When Detective Lee got the dispatch call for a suspicious death on Sunday morning he knew it was going to be a shit day. After a week of heat the skies had opened up before daybreak and now the wind rolled in off the ocean causing the citizens to staggering around at forty five-degree angles. Det. Lee pulled his unmarked cruiser to the curb outside of Tenement Block C and lit a cigarette. He waved to one of the uniformed lackeys and threw open the passenger door for him. The young kid, twenty years old and straight out of the bush, climbed into the cruiser.
“So, kid, what’s this suspicious all about?” Det. Lee said, while offering him a cigarette, that he gratefully accepted, lighting it as if he had been smoking all of his life.
“Ahh it's a real nasty scene in their chief. I tell ya, it's gotta be one of the nastiest ones I've seen.”
Det. Lee smirked at the kid who had only been through one full summer as an officer of the East Purgatory Police Department. “Thirty years on the force I tell ya. Over fifteen as a homicide detective and I still can’t take a vacation in the fucking summer because of the rotters,” he said, shaking his head. “They think there is an increase of murders in the summer. That’s fucking nonsense. Especially since they don’t even want us bringing in murder charges!” Smoke billowed from his mouth as he continued his lecture for the bored pupil. “There’s just as many murders in the winter, maybe even more. Only difference is in the winter there’s no blasted heat to rot them down. Come the start of summer the stench builds so quickly that we are alerted to bodies all over the place. Who knows how many of them have been lying there since the winter waiting to rot.”
“Yeah. You said it Detective.” The kid flicked his cigarette out the window and exited the car.
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