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kinzies911) wrote2012-06-10 07:49 pm
kinzies911) wrote2012-06-10 07:49 pm
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The body had been moved at some point after death. The young man poking and prodding at the dead woman's left arm was assured of this. He could feel the traces of the left over rain leaking into the sleeve where she was carelessly thrown onto the ground. The morning air was crisp and the sky overhead a dreary grey as though it were mourning the loss of such a young life and beautiful girl. Beautiful at least, if you ignored the part about her skull being smashed open. However, this didn't bother the young man nearly as much as it should have and instead of feeling properly disturbed it only helped to support his theory that the body had been moved.
None of the surrounding police officials had yet made this revaltion as the tidbits of conversation that greatly annyed the young detective had nothing to do with murder and seemed to suggest they thought this all a very unfortunate and bizzare accident. He tried to ignore their conversations as they seemed to grow steadily louder and instead focused on the state of dress this girl was in.
The victim was wearing a black mini skirt and tourquise skin-tight stomach shirt. He scooted a little nearer to her head and brushed aside her bright curly red-hair. He noticed the curls were a bit stiff and ventured to guess that she had used hairspray to keep her hair in place while she went for what was likely unknown to her, a final night out on the town. He examined the left ear which bore a large silver hoop. He tilted her head slightly to get a glimpse of the right ear and found that her other earring was missing. Judging by the tear in her ear it had been mercilessly ripped out. More proof then that the body must have been moved.
He glanced at the victim's purse which lay some amount of feet away from the body. He only brought himself to his knees and moved over to snatch the thing from where it was sitting in the bed of the flower garden placed at entrace of the university. Inside it he found the woman's wallet, her phone, some extra change and few other things that had no bearing on the case. What he didn't find though, was the missing earring. He let it go for the time being and opened up the wallet to discover the woman's name must have been Annabella Green and she was a few months shy of twenty one.
He placed the ID back in the wallet and rifled through the address book connected. He was only slightly surprised to see that she had written down several addresses and phone numbers. He assumed this must have been a precaution she took incase she were to lose her phone. The young detective didn't waste breath on explaining his methods and fished the phone out of the purse before scrolling through her list of contacts and matching them to the names in the address book. Once satisfied he closed the book and climbed to his feet before boredly handing the phone to the police officer that had been watching him work. The man was alotted any time to ask the observant youth anything before he had moved away from the scene and managed to get lost in the sea of officials.
"Ya think he has anything?" Another police official had moved over to the first, looking down at the unfortunate young woman. His tone more than suggested they were used to the previous youngman's methods and had learned to leave him alone until he returned to reveal everything they had some how managed to miss.
"Of course he has." The first said with confidence. "He's Josh Summer, after all. The Unwilling Detective."
The Unwilling Detective was a title the police force had given their youngest consultant because despite how observant and unbelievably intelligent the kid was it always seemed he had to be dragged to an investigation. He generally wasn't interested when an officer showed up at his dorm with information about a case. It was common knowledge amongst the homicide division that Josh didn't solve crimes because he liked to or even because he had too. The only reason for his continued cooperation and assistance with grusome murder cases was purely because it happened and it was there.
In the beginning many of the officers were none to thrilled with the idea of recruiting the help of a college student even if he was top of his class in every course he was taking. They didn't want to work with an ametuer and for the first several weeks held bets under the table about how long he would last. Many had expected he would slip up while several others believed that one day he'd come across a murder that was too much for him to handle.
Six months later and they had mostly given up their bets and accepted that there was something extraordinary about Mr. Joshua Summer. He never reacted much to murder or any other crime except to point out what was clearly missed in a dull and disinterested tone of voice. Once his job was done he'd move off to the sidelines and watch the police blunder and fail to put the right pieces in the right place.
None of the surrounding police officials had yet made this revaltion as the tidbits of conversation that greatly annyed the young detective had nothing to do with murder and seemed to suggest they thought this all a very unfortunate and bizzare accident. He tried to ignore their conversations as they seemed to grow steadily louder and instead focused on the state of dress this girl was in.
The victim was wearing a black mini skirt and tourquise skin-tight stomach shirt. He scooted a little nearer to her head and brushed aside her bright curly red-hair. He noticed the curls were a bit stiff and ventured to guess that she had used hairspray to keep her hair in place while she went for what was likely unknown to her, a final night out on the town. He examined the left ear which bore a large silver hoop. He tilted her head slightly to get a glimpse of the right ear and found that her other earring was missing. Judging by the tear in her ear it had been mercilessly ripped out. More proof then that the body must have been moved.
He glanced at the victim's purse which lay some amount of feet away from the body. He only brought himself to his knees and moved over to snatch the thing from where it was sitting in the bed of the flower garden placed at entrace of the university. Inside it he found the woman's wallet, her phone, some extra change and few other things that had no bearing on the case. What he didn't find though, was the missing earring. He let it go for the time being and opened up the wallet to discover the woman's name must have been Annabella Green and she was a few months shy of twenty one.
He placed the ID back in the wallet and rifled through the address book connected. He was only slightly surprised to see that she had written down several addresses and phone numbers. He assumed this must have been a precaution she took incase she were to lose her phone. The young detective didn't waste breath on explaining his methods and fished the phone out of the purse before scrolling through her list of contacts and matching them to the names in the address book. Once satisfied he closed the book and climbed to his feet before boredly handing the phone to the police officer that had been watching him work. The man was alotted any time to ask the observant youth anything before he had moved away from the scene and managed to get lost in the sea of officials.
"Ya think he has anything?" Another police official had moved over to the first, looking down at the unfortunate young woman. His tone more than suggested they were used to the previous youngman's methods and had learned to leave him alone until he returned to reveal everything they had some how managed to miss.
"Of course he has." The first said with confidence. "He's Josh Summer, after all. The Unwilling Detective."
The Unwilling Detective was a title the police force had given their youngest consultant because despite how observant and unbelievably intelligent the kid was it always seemed he had to be dragged to an investigation. He generally wasn't interested when an officer showed up at his dorm with information about a case. It was common knowledge amongst the homicide division that Josh didn't solve crimes because he liked to or even because he had too. The only reason for his continued cooperation and assistance with grusome murder cases was purely because it happened and it was there.
In the beginning many of the officers were none to thrilled with the idea of recruiting the help of a college student even if he was top of his class in every course he was taking. They didn't want to work with an ametuer and for the first several weeks held bets under the table about how long he would last. Many had expected he would slip up while several others believed that one day he'd come across a murder that was too much for him to handle.
Six months later and they had mostly given up their bets and accepted that there was something extraordinary about Mr. Joshua Summer. He never reacted much to murder or any other crime except to point out what was clearly missed in a dull and disinterested tone of voice. Once his job was done he'd move off to the sidelines and watch the police blunder and fail to put the right pieces in the right place.