Title: Bad Joke
Fandom: FAKE
Author:
badly_knittedCharacters: Ryo, Dee, OCs.
Rating: PG-13
Setting: After the manga.
Summary: Some crime scenes are messier than others.
Written For: Challenge 454: Clean at
fan_flashworks.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Quadruple drabble.
The crime scene was a messy one, which wasn’t surprising considering the victim had been stabbed to death. Blood spatter from a severed artery painted one wall and part of the ceiling, cast-off from the murder weapon decorated other parts of the room and furniture, and patches of the carpet were soaked right through to the floorboards. The victim, a respected doctor, lay in the middle of the living room floor. It didn’t look like he’d put up much of a fight.
The medical examiner looked up at Dee and Ryo, who’d arrived late at the scene having gotten stuck in traffic due to a four-car pile-up on their way from interviewing witnesses to another crime.
“Time of death is somewhere between ten and midnight last night,” she said. “If he hadn’t had plans to meet his sister for breakfast before leaving, he might not have been found for a week or more. Apparently, he was supposed to be going on a fishing trip.”
“Did the sister tell you that?” Ryo asked.
Maggie Carmichael nodded. “She’s out on the back patio, waiting to talk to you once you’re through in here. She’s pretty shaken up.”
“That’s understandable. Anyone would be, walking in on a sight like this.”
Dee was off to one side, talking to a couple of the crime scene techs, who’d already been on the scene and taking photographs for an hour before the detectives had shown up. Turning away from them, he made his way carefully across the carpet to rejoin his partner.
“Find anything out?” Ryo asked.
“Yeah, according to Jim, the killer stopped to take a shower before he left.”
Ryo nodded. “He would’ve been covered in the victim’s blood. If this was a premeditated crime, he might have brought a change of clothes with him, so as not to draw attention to himself when he left. There could be prints in the bathroom, maybe he tossed the bloodstained clothes in a nearby bin, murder weapon too.”
“Don’t think we’re gonna get that lucky; this guy knew what he was doin’. He wiped down everything he might’a touched, and he even took the soap with him.”
“Huh.” Ryo frowned. “Most murderers wouldn’t think of that. You’re saying this could’ve been a professional hit?”
“Not sure. No sign of forced entry, so maybe the vic knew him, but…” Dee smirked. “Looks like he got clean away.”
The End