Monday 4 October 2010

PADS #36

‘Doctor was Dr. Toms.’ said Carter, with a slight deferential nod towards Karen which was met with a noncommittal grunt.
Also a member of the Praetorians.’ this time the nod from Carter was directed towards Marina and was met by a silent giggle.
The bullet points were filling up, Dr.Toms, Praetorians, bucket on head. The squares changed on the screen, details of victim number two now filled the box next to Mr. Perrin’s details and the bottom two squares had merged into one large box with bullet points as the similarities were entered.
‘Now victim number two Sebastian Barker, Dr. Tom again and the Praetorians as well. No crime scene pictures I'm afraid,’ accused Carter glancing at Karen, ‘and manner of death, unknown?’
Wyse read Karen’s patient report from, it was immaculately completed. Every box had been marked precisely within the square and all the patient details were clearly completed, if nothing else her paperwork was exceptional. The friend who they had met that morning now had a name, Sebastian Barker. It was disconcerting to think his last memories of the man would be the emotional mess he had abandoned at the cottage in the early hours, a man who desperately needed to help and he had simply walked away.
‘I didn't know it was going to be a murder and definitely, no way could I have known it was related to the priority one purple plus text message.’ defended Karen.
A general ambiguous noise and disapproving shaking of heads flowed around the ping pong table.
‘Anyway, the ambulance crew who turned up were from South London and you all know what they're like, especially if I had started to take pictures of the scene and all,’ continued Karen, ‘they’re impossible to deal with.’
At this a muttering of approval and general head nodding swept vigorously the other way round the ping pong table, creating a very disappointing Mexican wave. After a few moments silence surrounded the room.
Up until that point a momentous amount of pressure had been swelling within the room taking everyone along the roller coaster ride of detective manship but the head of steam which had built up had quickly fizzled out. It required someone to either stoke the boiler again or call for the end of the line. Even in the darkness Wyse knew all eyes were turned upon him, waiting for his decision.

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