(Hello again! Starting on a new series, even though I'm still finishing up the last one. This is going to contain mild slash eventually...so don't give up on me just yet! Read, enjoy, review!)
A BRIEF PROLOGUE
Anita Perkins killed herself by shooting herself in the head. The bullet entered in her right temple, cut through the frontal lobe, exited just above her left ear and then finally lodged itself in the wall of her living room.
A neighbour who heard the gun go off alerted the police, and Ms Perkins was still sitting in her chair when they arrived at the scene.
There was no evidence of foul play. No signs of other people having been present, the blood spatter was consistent, and the 9 millimetre bullet that the technicians dug out of the wall matched the small handgun found by Ms Perkins feet.
And yet D.I. Lestrade was not satisfied. Something was not right, something he couldn't put his finger on. He sat on the sofa, which had previously been cleared by the forensic team, and stared at the dead woman. She did not give him any answers.
The case was supposed to be simple: suicide, no complications. And yet it didn't sit well with him. Lestrade knew what to do, even if it irked him to no end. He reached for his phone.