The coroner stated time of death to be 8pm.
Dinner knife to the chest.
Victim found on the upper landing of their million dollar home.
No sign of struggle.
No other injuries.
Far too early.
Crime upon crime upon crime.
Sometimes, just sometimes, these acts got to Detective Green.
This was one of them.
Perhaps because she was so very beautiful.
"What did she say to you before she croaked?"
Detective Green whipped his head around in fury at the other detective's question.
"....I-I mean succumbed to her injuries." He corrected with shame.
Turning back to the beautiful woman becoming cold, preoccupied in thought Detective Green mumbled,
"No .... Nothing...."
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#1 The Other WomanShort Story
Al Green. What could be said about a detective that could detect? Detect everything. He could detect truth. He could detect lies. But he couldn't figure out this one.