Triumphant, Wyse awaited the expected applause and acknowledgment from his new peers. There would probably be a commendation for his astute observations, he glanced at Officer Rogers to watch his reaction.
‘The murder weapon,’ choked back the response from police officer QO 232, his shoulder number hanging on by the merest of threads to his jacket, ‘I’ll need to get hold of CID, no one told us it was a murder. Forensics will have our guts for garters, letting everyone traipse all over the place.’
‘I never knew it was a murder scene,’ squeaked Rogers, stepping out of the way of officer QO 232, who was radioing in for an immediate crime scene and murder team response, ‘why haven’t you followed standard procedure Wyse? I shouldn’t even be here.’
‘I’m sure the police won’t mention how you contaminated their scene for no reason at all and I’m sure none of our senior managers will ever get to hear of this incident, don’t you agree officer?’ asked Wyse of the second police officer, who apparently had forgotten to attach any shoulder numbers to his jacket and was examining the body.
‘No I don’t agree, now where’s this bloody weapon?’ said the officer.
The triumphant smile froze itself upon the face of Wyse. Even though he had just scored over Rogers, an incident which would tarnish his reputation, there was a nagging concern beginning to rear its ugly head whispering softly something was wrong.
He peered to where the policeman was staring and hesitantly began, ‘Officer, as you can see the weapon is now next to the head but was firmly attached moments ago and although no expert in forensic examination, I would hesitate to surmise it was the paper bag wrapped around his head which did the real damage.’
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