Author's note: I've edit this chapter so the breaks are hopefully easier to see. Also I purposly leave some things out of discription so youcan let you own imagination run wild. Sorry if my spelling stinks, I don't do it well, and spell check stinks!
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. Would like to meet Richard Belzer though...
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By 4:02am, Det. Munch was sitting shotgun, his partner, Fin, was practically asleep at the wheel. Munch clenched the handle above the door a little tighter, his knuckles turning different shades of white and red.
"Look, I realize that driving is still a feat you are trying to accomplish when you are cohearent" started Munch, "but I would appreciate not dying today at your hands in this car."
"Hey, I'm keeping it between the lines," growled Fin.
"Yeah, the question is which two?"
Eight minutes later, they arrived on the scene.
"What've we got?"
"Young boy, probably 10, caucausian. Definatly a dump job, looks like his clothes were taken off, then hastily put back on - his shirt is inside out and backwards and the pants weren't fastened."
"Rape/Homicide?" questioned Munch.
"Probably, we'll check for fluids at the autopsy."
"Who found him?" asked Fin.
"Neighbor, over there, he was taking the trash out when he found the body in the alley. Says he knows the boy and his family."
"Thanks, we'll be in touch"
The neighbor, a man in his early thirties, was obviously shaken up. He sat on the steeps of his building, staring into space.
"Sir, Detectives Tutuola and Munch. May we ask you a couple of questions?"
"Yeah, sure"
"They say you know the boy?"
"Yeah, Martin Lewis - he lives in a building 2 blocks down. I have a son his age - they're inseperable. The Lewises are great parents - they're going to be crushed."
"When was the last time you saw Martin?" asked Munch.
"Yesterday, he came over to see if Alex, my son, could play, but I said no - we were having an evening together with family."
"Do you remember what clothes Martin was wearing?" asked Fin.
"I think what he has on now - oh God!"
"I'm so sorry - here's our card, we'll probably need to talk again."
"Yeah, what ever I can do, he was such a great kid!"
Munch turned and walked with his partner. "Let's go tell the parents."
"Yeah, my least favorite part of this job."
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Mrs. Lewis was sobbing; her husband gently, but protectively had one arm around his distressed wife.
"We'll need you to come id the body," Fin was explaining.
"Mrs. Lewis, do you remember what your son was wearing when he left the house yesterday?" asked Munch.
She furrowed her brow, "Blue polo shirt, khaki pants and an ugly tan beaded belt that I couldn't get him to part with."
Munch shot Fin a look that they both knew meant, "Where's the belt?"
"We're terribly sorry for your loss."
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As they walked back towards the car at 7:46am, the both knew that they weren't headed back to their beds.
"So," started Fin, "where's the belt?"
"Find the belt, find the perp."
