Shady

“That’s so shady, don’t you think?”

My partner, for twenty years wandered around the body for a few minutes. His blue covering on his shoes squeaking against the lino. This poor woman, just in her twenties, had lost her life, but that wasn’t the worst of it.

The woman was dressed in clothes from the 1950’s and when it first happened, then they assumed it was her fashion statement, but when the third woman was located at the back of the warehouse, dressed like she was going to a dance, it couldn’t be ignored.

In her hands, a ticket, Davina carefully placed it in a plastic bag, ready to be dusted for fingerprints. There was a cleanliness about the whole scene, and as her partner leant on his knees, he called her over.

”She’s missing an earing, they look expensive.”

”Good spot, bag the other earing, it may well be the killer keeps a memento. The last few victims lost their earring , but this one looks different.”

It was always difficult to leave the body, not because she thought they might suffer, but because this time something had been missed. The earring was different that’s for sure, but there was something she recognised in herself.

This woman dared to be different, and lost her life because of it. They needed to find this murderer. Every time they found a body, there seemed to be more confidence. More time spent to position the body.

A shady spot, but easily found, and this time it was still warm. Was the killer watching them? The crowd thinned, but only a scattering of people remained. She watched as they craned their necks to see more of the body.

As usual, the media were taking pictures, and she scanned the crowd for a familiar face. Someone who had been there before. It could be anyone – young, old, man or woman. Just another face, who had been at all the other sites.

She didn’t spot her at first, but a woman, no older than her daughter, peered from the back. Davina wasn’t sure why, but something about this woman, resembled the body.

As Davina, trying not to spook her, walked over to the crowd, her partner watched from a safe distance. If this woman was spooked, he could monitor her movements.

Published by writerravenclaw

I am a fifty something mother of two grown up children, and one beautiful grandchild. I have been married for nearly thirty-four years. My first book was published ten years ago. I wrote my book Sticks and Stones because of my experience of being bullied at school.

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