After Death

CHAPTER 1- WHAT HAPPENS AFTER DEATH

There was a black four-wheel drive at one side of the road. It had rammed into a smaller saloon car and from the side of the drivers seat of the four Wheeler it seemed it had been brushed hard by a bigger vehicle.

Fortunately and unfortunately, the owner of the silver colored saloon hadn't been in the car but the driver of the four Wheeler and the other passenger had died on the spot.

The Police and CID had already arrived and had sealed the place with the usual crime scene tape. The corpses of the occupants of the four Wheeler had been taken out and bagged in body bags and were laid on stretchers awaiting the next command.

A young lady, her hair tied into a professional bun, gloves on her hands and a camera in them snapped shots upon shots of the seats and everything within her eye reach.

She was still snapping when she observed something from the corner of her eye, a woman standing behind the tape line and speaking to a paramedic, a blonde woman to be precise, in long boots and trousers.

A long black coat covering her securely and a pair of black glasses covering her eyes.

The features of her face from her small long nose to her thin pink lips covered in little lip gloss to her hard chin screamed, "secretive" but from her facial expression which was unsurprisingly neutral and hard everyone around the latest crime scene knew who she was, including the young photographer, Liliane Quincy.

She was formerly called Adeline Cassidy but that was a year ago, now she was called Detective Adeline Drummond.

Her reputation did nothing to her appearance. She looked harder than the stories everyone had heard.

She had gone through a rough separation about a year ago in America but moved back to Britain about three months ago after the divorce had been finalized.

Rumors were that she had been transferred to Britain upon her own request and Liliane knew she could relate considering her mother went back to her own country after a messy divorce with her father.

About some six months ago Detective Adeline Drummond started working on a dead case.

A case that had dragged on for about ten years and had been given up on because it had no head nor tail but once Detective Drummond had set her feet on it it only took three months for her to singlehandedly solve the puzzle of the mysterious murder of a respected senator but she had been able to prove that the staged suicide wasn't suicide at all but murder.

He had helped the wrong people and the guilt had begun to eat up his good conscience but his partners wouldn't have it and set up his wife against him.

Only to have the woman kill her innocent husband and live under the shadows of the liars thinking she had gotten justice until Detective Drummond stepped into the case.

It had earned her fame and respect and being wise in her own way she asked for something hard at the peak of the celebration and it had to be granted her.

She only remained in America until the divorce proceedings had been finalized then she moved. She had been given a corner to herself, a promotion and a star too for her exceptionality.

Now Liliane was seeing her face to face and was going to be working with her. Liliane didn't need anyone to tell her she looked up to the woman as her own wonder woman.

Adeline Drummond observed the scene before she entered into the confines of the line.

The paramedic had said the two victims died on the spot and it was probably because the weren't putting on seatbelts and most importantly it most have been a brake failure due the manner in which the driver's neck broke.