“Suicide.”
One word, “suicide.” “Suicide.” He says, how on earth can he tell? We had been there three minutes and in the distance we could hear the chimes of midnight ring out from central London, and he had already decided what had happened just by looking at the body, without looking around him or at the girls’ past. I stand here confused? How on earth can he tell?
Then he speaks.
“I know what you’re thinking Lock! You’re thinking how on earth can I tell it was a suicide? Aren’t you?”
In his confused state Lock mumbles, “Well now you mention it, yes I am mildly confused!”
“Well it’s simple really! First of all, the object used, that inflicted these wounds, is lying there right by her left hand.”
He was correct.
“I believe it to be a police truncheon am I correct? Of course I am! From what I know about this young lady she was dismissed from the metropolitan police force, just a few days ago. She, from what I have been told lived, breathed, ate, drank and slept for her work. It was the only thing that made her wake up in the morning and get out of bed!”
Lock questions him again “But Black, there’s got to be more to it than that? There just has to be?”
“If, Lock, you would kindly let me finish, she was dismissed because of a heavy alcohol addiction and anybody can clearly see there are 6 if not 7 empty spirit bottles about her person!”
“I am beginning to understand now, but there is still one thing that puzzles me?”
Black raises his left eyebrow looks at Lock and says “Yes Lock, care to elaborate?”
He explains, “Well, how could she inflict all of those wounds to herself? Because surely she would have keeled over from just a few blows, there are at least 30 maybe 40 visible wounds so imagine what lies under her clothing?”
“Yes Lock, good point, well you see the alcohol running through her veins would have slowed her reactions to time and pain, as you say she would have keeled over and probably even died from just a few blows to the head, but because of the alcohol, she didn’t feel a thing, it was probably more due to blood loss that she died.”
Sirens could be heard in the distant night and they were steadily drawing closer!
“Oh well Lock, bring the MG around and we’ll see how the boys in blue blunder their way through this one.”
Within in seconds a small lime green MG sat in the shadow of a London alleyway, Black stood there a few moments, then turned and climbed in, in a puff of grey smoke they were gone, eventually there bright red tail lights vanished in the thick dull smog of the London atmosphere.
