Ben Chalmers had only just arrived in the city. Having transferred from South Gloucester, he was hoping to swap the petty crimes for something more substantial. It took just three days before he found himself standing at a murder scene surrounded by people dressed in pale blue coveralls taking measurements, swabs and photographs of a dead body.
DCI Noohan, an experienced, seen-there-done-that detective breathed in through her gritted teeth and sought out a member of the blue coverall team leaving Chalmers to assess the body on his own, “don’t touch anything!” she said as a parting warning.
The body, who until just recently would have been a living, breathing person with thoughts, fears and dreams was laying on his back staring up at the ceiling light above. Awkward and peaceful at the same time. Judging by the red stain on his shirt, he was killed by a gunshot wound, either that or he had an unlucky exchange with a sauce-heavy pizza.
“I’ve never seen so much blood” Chalmers said to nobody, but his words made one or two faces turn.
“Good instincts” one of the coveralls said as they approached, “we think there was a second victim”.
“Where are they?” Noohan added looking about the room for another body or signs of one being dragged away.
The CSI shrugged, causing the DCI to frown, “maybe we should let these guys finish, we’ll only be in the way. Come on, I’ll treat you to the worst coffee in the city” she said and headed off towards the exit.
Chalmers took one last look at the body and wrote the words, ‘two victims’ in his notebook.
“Looks like you got what you wanted” Noohan said and offered him a sardonic smile and a polystyrene cup of undrinkable liquid.