“Thank you young lady. You may leave know” he exclaims with a smile and uses his hands to signify the door.
“I want to know your theories of the man's death” I say with curiosity.
“ Well murder. Our M.E. Is looking at the body as we speak.” he exclaims, "and why do you care about what we think? Are you a spy or something?" he says with a mock smile.
"Yes, I am definetly a spy" I say sarcastically. We laugh as if we are good friends. He looks in his early forties like my mom.He badge/nametag reads Steve Hood.
"Well you must have some conclusion of your own" he says as he moves to the wooden chair across from me.
"Okay," I start," when i noticed Cody, the body, I saw scars up and down his arms from whips or torture. There was also a bullet hole in the middle of his forehead which was obvious. Knox, the man who put Cody in the dumpster, said that he knew why he was killed. So if a person was going to be killed quickly The killler would stand in front of him. Since my dad owns many guns and that I took bullestics in high school I think the gun could have been a 20 caliber pistol. Also, Knox and Cody had matching tattoos which probably means they are in a big group since they have to be branded. And it all brings me back to the same questions. Why are they killing people and what is this group planning to do?"
He stares at me dumbfounded and sits up straighter. He consideers this for a moument.
" That is a very strong conclusion" he says.
"I am sherlocked after all." I say but he doesn't get it
" Excuse me I have to call my mom." I slowly stand feelling my sore muscles stretch from volleyball and track. I walk out and go straight to the light post on the corner of the street. My mom freaks out of course to hear what has happened.
She screams "I CAN'T BELEIVE YOU'RE IN THE POLICE DEPARTMENT!!" I decide not to tell her that I am technically not in the building because it would fuel her anger/rage.