you walk out of the mayors office
You climb out of your old beat up toyota and look up at the very high
building with pillars at its entrance. The large sign accross the top
reads:Burlington museaum of art.
You climb the steps and notice that there is nobody around, which
seems odd to you. The reason for the absence is clear when you enter
the building. It isn't vacant at all, but teaming with people,
carrying all varieties of brooms and dust pans.They were attempting to
clean up the breakage of vauses and urns.
They were compromising your crimesceen.
Your first instinct is to do what training dictates, play the part of
town helper and curtiously ask them to leave. But your fathers quik
temper is what you end up listening to in the end, and for good
reason, these people could be the reason for this case to read: cold
case file, not to mention the loss of your job.
"I want everbody out of here in fifteen sconds!," you shout,
in the deepest most threatening voice you can muster, which isn't very
hard, or necessary.
Even if you had said it calmly they would have scattered like
chipmunks, thanks to threateningly gray eyes and a face more godlike
than human that portrayed a sense of forboding.
Everybody in the room looks at you in fear and then they all seem to
scatter at once."Who authorized this?! no member of the community
is allowed to enter a crime-sceen without the investigating officers
permission, and i dont believe i have given authorization for anyone
to be on this sight!"
you have become calm now and are no longer shouting, your face holds
anger and your mouth is tight, each word that flows from it is clipped
with the anger that shows clearly apon your face, and then, you here a
voice from behind you.
You walk out of the mayors office and deside that the best way to look
for clues would be to visit the crime-sceen itself, that's what a good
detective would do, right?
