CHAPTER 2

SWALLOW THE KNIFE

"First, we'll have to go to her house, then we'll have to see if she has any living relatives, and then­­­­------," said Dr. Mark Sloan.

"Dad, aren't you supposed to be at the hospital, working?" questioned Steve Sloan, cutting off his father's sentence.

"I am working. I'm trying to find Heather Aardvark's C.O.D." replied Mark.

""You already know her C.O.D. She died of multiple stab wounds to the neck, back, and scapula," said Steve.

"Well, I'm trying to find out who killed her," said Mark.

"But that's my job," whined Steve.

"Well, you're not doing a very good job at it," replied Mark teasingly.

"Whatever. I'm going to Heather's house, do you want to come with?" asked Steve.

"I thought you'd never ask," retorted Mark, grinning.

#&#&#&#&#&#&#&#&#&#&#&#&#&#&#&#&#&#&#&#&#&

Steve and Mark arrived at the victim's house at about one o'clock in the afternoon. They went inside the house.

"Now, Dad. DO NOT TOUCH ANYTHING! This is a crime scene," said Steve.

"Okay, I won't touch anything," said Mark.

"Okay then. Now what do you expect to find? The police already searched her house, and they didn't find anything," Steve stated.

"Yes, but they weren't looking for the same thing that I'm looking for," retorted Mark.

"Well, what are you looking for?" asked Steve.

"The murder weapon," Mark calmly replied with a simple shrug of his shoulders.

"Dad, come on. The murderer probably took the knife with him,"

By now, Mark and Steve were in the living room/study; the scene of the crime. Mark started looking through some file cabinets. In them was some file folders. Then, Mark took out two pairs of surgical rubber gloves.

"Here," Mark said to Steve.

"You're always prepared, aren't you?" questioned Steve, smiling.

"Yep! Boy Scout for life!" Mark responded, grinning.

Steve and Mark put on the gloves and went back to work searching the numerous file cabinets.

"Hey, Steve. I think I found something," said Mark, a few minutes later.

"What is it?" asked Steve.

"It's a knife and it's covered in blood. How much do you want to bet that it's Heather's blood on it?" replied Mark.

"Good work, Dad. Let me call it in," said Steve, as he slid his cell phone out of his pocket.


Thanks to Christiangirl for being my first reviewer. Now please review and tell me if you like it, hate it, or if you have any questions about my story. Also, suggestions are greatly appreciated.