Morgan's P.O.V.
Early are the best obviously explains why i took this good just the night it always seen to be a part of me, the basic idea of darkness. The clock keep ticking I knew I was going to be late for work as I downed my coffee in one. Looking rough was an understatement at work they never said you had to wear makeup but everyone always did, I do get the point but then there are just some days were the effort to look good doesn’t even matter to me like why should I have to care what people think I don’t remember waking up for them.
"Sorry I’m late Russell traffic was hell."
He turned around laughing,
"Oh I can see...."
"Hey just cause I look better than you."
"Fair enough - he began to smirk- how can I argue with that."
"So the crime scene?"
"Ahh. Yes. Couple found dead by the housekeeper, nothing stolen or broken the only room disturbed is the front room."
"Hmm. Must have been targeted."
"Exactly what I was thinking the scene is all yours."
"Okay thanks Russell."
I waved him goodbye as he drove away in the distance.
Today was going to be a good day, the living room was soaked in blood the walls oozing with it. Almost everything was covered in blood yet no other sign of blood was transferred into any other rooms. I picked up the camera and began to photograph the room recording any evidence found. Hmm, something was strange with the bodies the wife had been attacked much more than the man allowing her to be the main target.
-Few hours later-
The computer began to flicker the more I stared at it, the wife's previous phone call history held no secrets compared to the husbands...
"So you and Mr. Stevenson had a personal relationship? Sorry should I say your maths professor."
I held a serious face towards the suspect she was a fifteen year old girl, just sometimes this job shocks me in a way. She sat there not understanding fully the problem she could be in; instead she kept playing with her straight blond hair.
She lined forward and spoke softly.
"Well you could say that."
Her reply just sicken me to the core.
"Miss Cunningham answer the question. Did you sleep with your teacher?"
"Well I needed an A at first then well you could say true love."
"You realise you’re a minor so your sexual acts together could be counted as abuse from someone in with power in this case a teacher."
"Ryan would never do that! He loved me!"
"He was married."
"He didn’t love her like he lovedme."
"Is that why he ended it?"
"Screw you! I want a lawyer."
She threw the evidence at my face and stormed out the door.
I muttered to myself in the silence. "That went well..."
