"Right, how'd you think he died?" Chris asked, holding his case notes proudly up to his chest, staring at the pained look on the Guv's face.
"Oh I don't know Chris, maybe it's the bloody gaping hole in his head?" Ray snorted a quick laugh. Sam rolled his eyes. Always the little henchman. But, in some respects, Sam was jealous. The Guv never saw him as any help what-so-ever. He'd never respected him.
"Look, can we cut out the double act; we've got a job to do." Ray shot him a dirty look.
Poof…
"Right," said the pathologist, who had stepped into the room several minutes ago but was un-noticed by everyone. "Time of death: 3.30 am. Looks like, as you said, the bullet to the brain killed him, but…"
"But?" Sam asked.
"But, it seems that there was much bruising to the lower part of his body, mainly legs, but there were a few scratches to his stomach and chest too."
"So…" began Gene, and Sam could see the cogs whirring inside his head. He admired his brains, even if they were terribly wrong sometimes, but he'd never like to admit it, he knew the Guv would make him repeat it in front of the rest of CID, the rest of the station, heck, the rest of the city. Sam's eyes drifted back to the Guv who was staring straight at him. "Oh, I'm sorry, I'll wait til' you've finished your little adventure. See anything you liked?"
"Yes… infact I did." Sam opened his eyes, realising what he'd just said. "Er…" He stammered pointing to the man's left arm. "What's that?"
"I dunno," Gene retorted. "Maybe someone stuck a red hot poker on him; maybe they dropped coffee on him?" He leaned across the corpse and spat. "Maybe there's nothing really there at all." Gene grinned and shot a look down to see no markings. "Gene Genie, one. Sammy-boy, nil." Another slimy smile from Ray.
I fcking hate you…
