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‘There’re his shoes. Where’s Simmonds?’ Constable Grant points at the lace-ups with his Biro.
The end’s chewed, suggesting he needs something to do with his mouth while he’s thinking. Never a good sign.
‘If you have more searing insights, be sure to tell me,’ says Butler.
Butler passes from the bedroom (scorched carpet, floorboards untouched; ash filled shoes) and into the kitchen. A sink of dirty crockery – a lot for one person – and an odour only a single man would live with: feet, stale cigarettes, badly aired clothes. It’s a smell Butler knows from his own flat.
‘Grant,’ he calls. ‘Check out the bathroom.’
‘Sure, guv.’
Was he as clueless when he started? Too many TV coppers, that’s the problem. Too many Morses, too many Frosts.
‘Guv.’
There are more scorch marks along the kitchen counter and one on the wall above the hob, as if a flaming tennis ball as bounced along the surface …
‘Inspector.’
‘What?’ he snaps. He needs the forensics. That’ll kick start his brain. And a double espresso.
‘Inspector Butler, you need to see this.’
Fear in Grant’s voice.
‘Alright, son, what marvels do you want to share with me?’
Butler walks into the bathroom. The smell of drains, of burnt flesh – sulphur. ‘Christ,’ he says, staring at the walls.
Written for Roger Shipp’s Flash Fiction for the Pureposeful Practioner. See the photo, use the sentence – this week it’s “There’s his shoes. So where is …” – and scribble away. See here for full Ts and then some Cs.
I’m loving your stream of crime / detective based fiction Lynn… Very Mark Billingham/Jane Casey/Tana French! A few of my favourites!
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Thanks love. You know, I’m loving it too. Now, if I could only get my head round the small problem of plotting a crime novel, I’d be onto a winner 🙂
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You really would!
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Haha! Thanks. Maybe if I spent years writing the plot … Or had a brain transplant 🙂
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I’m loving this style too, Lynn! And I’m kind of glad you didn’t explain exactly what they found in the bathroom… ew.
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Nothing good, Joy, that’s for certain. Thank you for reading, you’re very kind 🙂
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It sounds like the work of the Devil. How will Butler explain THAT in his report? 🙂
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I don’t think forensics will help him one jot! Yes, poor old Butler. I have a feeling he won’t let the case go, though, and that could lead him into a whole pit of trouble 🙂 Thanks for reading Jane
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That’s how it is for the Butlers of this world… 🙂
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🙂
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