Treasure Hunt

``No! It cannot be the case!''

``Will you stop being so melodramatic?'' Tiffany said in desperation. ``This is already the third time today that you have been screeching---it is starting to get on my nerves!''

``I'm sorry... I just can't help myself. I mean, it's yet another of those...''

``You mean corpse?'' Tiffany said matter-of-factly. ``I still don't understand why you are so squeamish about these things. It is not as though it is the first time that you have seen these things...''

``That's not the point. This one is... fresh.''

Sam had a point. The body that they were looking at was one that was still too fresh to be releasing malodorous fumes, and the blood was still a deep crimson in colour, as oposed to the browning monstrosity that would accompany a body that had lain there for a while.

It was a stabbing case. It was always the stabbed ones that would bleed all over the place and make a big mess of everywhere. This time it was no different. This one took a really large knife multiple times in the chest and abdominal area, it seems.

Tiffany stepped forward gingerly, avoiding the blood pool as much as she could. While not exactly skittish around the dead, she didn't really want to have any of the blood on her shoes---organic fluids like that were notoriously hard to remove and she didn't really want to waste all that time cleaning up after herself. She took out a long pointer and started poking at the corpse, looking for clues.

``Did you find anything yet?'' Sam asked.

``Hey, if you want to hasten the process, why not come in and search about too?''

``Urgh, no thanks. I'll keep watch.''

``Thank you Sam.''

Tiffany gently pushed aside the half-opened coat to reveal the inner pocket, where a blood-stained envelope was peeking out as though it were hastily stuffed into the coat before the unfortunate happened.

``I think I found it,'' Tiffany said, as she put away the pointer and retrieved her tweezers from her kit, positioning herself to increase her balance over the body so that she could pick up the envelope.

``Paydirt,'' Tiffany exclaimed when she successfully picked the envelope out of the pocket.

``Yes! And now, treasure time!'' Sam said.

``I thought you were afraid of the corpse?''

``Yes I am, sort of uncomfortable around it, but still...''

(Based on an exercise generated by WriteThis - 25 Jan 2011 22:23:51)