Detectives Fang and Dango knew the case they were assigned to was going to take some cracking.
“We need to spread some light on this crime,” said Fang looking desperately around the crime scene.
The room was dark, so Dango suggested they turn on the light.
“You’re a genius Dango,” said Fang looking around.
The room was covered in blood. Not an inch of the room had been spared a smattering.
“I’m guessing something violent happened here,” announced Dango.
“What makes you say that?”
“Just a hunch.”
“I like it when you have a hunch Dango, usually means you’re on to something.”
“It’s the blood. It’s telling us something.”
“Like a crime’s been committed?”
“Something like that. What do you make of the body?”
“Dead. Loss of blood. Head wound. Looks suspicious.”
“Wrong place at the wrong time?”
“Could be. What was his name?”
“Knuckles Dwyer. Known criminal, a record a mile long.”
“Obviously someone didn’t like him.”
“I don’t think anyone liked Knuckles, he was the scum of the earth.”
“Enough to kill him?”
“I’m looking at his body, and I think he was killed a few times over.”
“So who might our suspects be?”
“Everyone who knew him I’d say.”
“Look at the head wound, what caused that do you think?”
“A number four wrench?”
“Exactly, we are looking for a woman I’d say.”
“Yep, five foot two, eyes of blue.”
“You’re amazing Dango how’d you come to that conclusion?”
“There’s a woman over there wiping the blood off a number four wrench.”
“Brilliant Dango. Dolores Reed, you are under arrest for the murder of Knuckles Dwyer.”
“Ok you got me,” screamed Dolores, “but he had it comin’. The scumbag was ripping me and my girls off every week. It was a matter of him or us.”
“Another crime solved Fang,” said Dango, cuffing Dolores and sending her on the long trip up the river.