Chapter One
Edwin Case rolled up to the scene of the murder, the cool morning air still fresh. Adorning a gray hoodie, he stepped out of the car, a fresh donut in hand. Immediately, he then was met by the lead forensic officer, Cyrus Quincy.
"Ah, Detective Case! I'm glad to see you made it in fair condition." The khaki clad man greeted. "We've already began the investigation, would you fancy a look?"
"Absolutely not, I'd rather stand here and eat my donut." the detective replied, before approaching the crime scene, whilst Cyrus rolled his eyes.
And what a lovely crime scene, too; the investigation took stead in a wonderfully large and grandiose mansion – more specifically, a mansion owned by the victim's lover, Rose Sinesta. As the duo walked down the marble path leading to the front porch they marveled at the impressive lawn decorations. Flamingos, gnomes, and various stone statues littered the entire yard in a manner so chaotic it could only be considered modern art.
After a minute of walking, yes an entire minute, they arrived at the front door. Upon entering the house, if it could even be called such, they were faced with the grotesque and lifeless body. Well, that and the several forensic investigators bustling about, but they didn't stand out as much as the body.
The body rested in a pool of blood, darker than the bright red carpet underneath. The victim, Ethan Hughes, (or, the "Sirloin of The Movie Industry" as dubbed by local tabloids) was dressed in his usual attire; a pink suit spotted with black dots, resembling that of a cow. Unfortunately for him, as he likely payed hundreds for the suit, his clothing was stained a dark red (probably from the wound, but you never can tell). Then again, he was dead now, so it probably didn't matter to him too much. The bloodied weapon was still protruding out of his body, which proved to be quite a disturbing sight.
"Hey, could I get some taste tests done on the fork? I want to trace if there are any bits of steak left." After Case received a plethora of odd stares from forensic investigators, Quincy sighed, "Could we get some forensic tests done on the knife? We'd like to know if any fingerprints can be found on it." Quincy was well too used to Case's odd "jokes" often having to follow up behind him, and now was no different.
"Hmm, what's this here?" Edwin bent over, examining a curious object lying on the ground. A similar shade of red, it blended right into the floor. A closer look revealed it was a bracelet (which was already pretty obvious) with the initials 'F.G.' etched into one of the beads, and it was soon added to the small collection of evidence.
After a few hours of searching for evidence, Edwin Case concluded his investigation of the scene. Briskly leaving the mansion, he left the lead of the forensics team curious as to why there was a half-eaten donut in one of the evidence bags.