The Scent of Betrayal

Chapter one 1

The blood dripped from the ceiling down onto the hardwood floor of the kitchen. The rest of the house is in silence, an errie, unsetteling silence that hangs in the air. It is deafening, it hangs in every room.

Drip...Drip...Drip

No finger prints, no DNA, no evidence, no leads. Mr and Mrs Smith had no enemies, their marriage was strong, from all the accounts that had been taken, no records on either sides. No leads. All but perfect these people didnt have a bad word said about them by anyone.

"Great" Jason Morton mutters, looking around the outside of the home, having got the phone call that had caused him to spring out if bed, 0600 am was a stupid time to have to get out of bed for a murder, Jason thought often its not like the body is going anywhere. Knowing this one would be would be down near impossible to solve, putting his latex-free gloves onto go poking around the property he coudnt help but think what a beautiful the home was, he briefly wondered what the couple did. His mother had always said he had a strange way of looking at things and that it was probaly best he went into the police force. Jason didnt know if it was a genuine compliment or a backhanded one.

Drip...Drip...Drip

After having a look downstairs and getting the basics on the deceased from a uniform, he wondered upstairs peering into everyroom before heading into the crime scene, the master bedroom, he couldnt help but see the irony of being killed in what is supposed to be the most intimate room of the house. Irony wasnt lost on Jason. Humor was most of the time, he often thought he was too busy for laughter. "A busy man" is how Lucy had described him before she had died, he missed her often. "Always too busy" the woman that would have been his mother in law had said at the funeral shaking her head. He often thought about it and had remarked that it was silly, of course he was busy he was a detective but he knew better than to argue in that moment. It wasnt his fualt what had happened to her although he knew everyone in her family blamed him, he blamed himself too.

A huge house, the master bedroom had its ensuit bathroom attached to it, ignoring the elephant in the room it was a nice room, recently redecorated, a deep purple. There was so much space in this one room Jason knew his whole flat would fit in this room and the bathroom, he briefly wondered what he would have to do to get a house like this, beautiful home with a stunning garden that was at least 50 acers, he almost felt bad for disgregarding his cigerate end in the driveway. The smell of blood and paint filled the room, it wasnt a pleasent smell but it was actually better than 72% of scenes he had been too, there was no bleach to singe the nose hairs away like the last few he had visited. Jason was glad, his nose hair had just grown back from the last case 3 weeks ago. Sometimes still when he screwed up his nose, which he did often, he could still feel the shorter hairs trying to grow back. The metallic smell didnt bother Jason anymore, he had been a police man for a long time,the paint was a new one in the mix for him.

"Maybe it was the painters, its clearly fresh paint" he thought, looking at the paint tins that were still in the corner of the room. He wondered what the colour if the room was called, colours often had stupid names in crime scenes. Jam, he smiled to himself, another stupid name.

Drip...Drip...

"Morton!" Roy Sheppard exclaimed popping his balding head from behind the bed.

Roy was a strange man, he was nice enough but non the less he was strange. Jason would have assumed to work with dead bodies one would have to be strange, it wasnt just the bodies it was the grusome crime scene that they would have to deal with almost daily. Roy got a pass for being strange, from Jason anyway. Most people probably wouldnt excuses the weridness but his wife had clearly given him one, Jason often wondered if she was weird too, he decided she was, he would imagine her with two heads or something along thoes lines.