"Oh I know what you mean! I'm always doing the same when I'm taste testing while I'm cooking, and you'd think I'd done it often enough to have learnt, but noooo, every so often I forget and then very soon remember!" Melody replied, nodding as she clasped her hands around the body of the cup to soak in as much of the warmth as she could. While it was warm in the van now she still had some residual cold in the extremities, her toes curling and uncurling a little inside the soft slip-on shoes to hurry up the return of circulation.
As the van headed back toward the direction of the murder scene Melody glanced across at Brian. She had suddenly realised what was so odd about the scene. There was no body, no ambulance, no flashing lights, no wandering uniformed police door knocking, or whatever it is they do in a case of a murder. If you believed all the shows on TV that depict murder scenes the forensics guys were always called in before scenes were contaminated by everyone else. "Do you get a lot of calls to... these kind of scenes? At this time of the day, or night as the case may be?"
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Re: Lost Sleep
Date: 2016-01-27 04:06 am (UTC)As the van headed back toward the direction of the murder scene Melody glanced across at Brian. She had suddenly realised what was so odd about the scene. There was no body, no ambulance, no flashing lights, no wandering uniformed police door knocking, or whatever it is they do in a case of a murder. If you believed all the shows on TV that depict murder scenes the forensics guys were always called in before scenes were contaminated by everyone else. "Do you get a lot of calls to... these kind of scenes? At this time of the day, or night as the case may be?"