Inspector Rodgers took a deep breath. After all these years he still dreaded the normality of life that surrounded a crime scene. The bodies, however horrific the death, no longer bothered him, but the fact that everything else around them just carried on as if nothing happened. That’s what really bothered him.
A sliver of sun that entered the room and sent light onto the crystals hanging from the ceiling, as it did every day. The minutes ticked away into hours, on the old-fashioned mantle clock that would chime to mark to passing of time. The victim had obviously had plans, tickets for a local cricket match were perched on his desk. It all seemed so sad to the Inspector, now all he could do was drive back to the station and write up his report.
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