"What have we got?” Detective Rider Hill said as he walked up to the crime scene.
"Young woman, late thirties and no ID, three bullets to the chest " His co-worker, Det. Worden responded.
Rider walked over and peered at the body. It looked like she had tried to run but was stopped by the murderer grabbing her wrist and shooting her. She had no marks on her except the bruises that were forming on her wrist. Her clothes indicated that she worked somewhere where she had a slight formal look. Her blazer was beige with a skirt the same colour and some small heels. So that meant she could’ve been a lawyer or business woman, maybe even teacher.
“Any fingerprints on the body?” He asked the coroner, Alex, still scanning the body for any traces of evidence but being distracted by the smell of death starting to fill the air.
“None, the entire body was wiped down and he was very careful not to leave any trace” She replied, she was very good at her job and he was sure she was going to find something during the autopsy.
Detective Hill got up to look around but when he did he was called over by someone in his team. They had found some tyre tracks leading away from the crime scene. After a while they had lead it back to the Toyota Corolla. Rider thought back to his girlfriend, he knew a lot about that car because she had one just like it. That should be helpful for the case.
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Rider had been studying the case files for only a few minutes before Alex came out with the autopsy report. He put back the little figurine that stood at his desk at all times. It was a gift from Claudia, his girlfriend. There was also a picture of them to the left of him. They had just come back from their holiday in Hawaii. Claudia hated the picture because they had literally just come home and the plane had messed up her hair but Rider thinks she looked amazing. Rider came back to reality and started flicking through the report; it said that in the stomach there was Chinese food that looked like it had been there a day or two. He got up and grabbed his keys and walked out, heading towards the nearest Chinese restaurant.
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“Excuse me, sir.” Rider started, trying to get the attention of the middle aged man behind the counter, “have you seen this woman around he before?” He held up the picture of the woman but he couldn’t get the man’s attention. “Sir!” Rider was getting frustrated and as he was about to give up, the man turned around.
“Are you the manager of the restaurant?” Rider spoke making it very clear what he was trying to say.
Rider just stood there while the man was yelling at him in Chinese. Great, what now? Rider was fed up with this man; he grabbed the photo and stormed out of the restaurant.
“Man! Hello, Man!” A different middle-aged Chinese man was calling from the building.
“At least you speak English,” Rider mumbled under his breath.
Back in the restaurant Rider and the man, whose name was John, sat down behind the counter.
They talked about the victim and how she was a regular customer there.
“I think I recall her name being… Susie? No, Ah! It was Susan.” He spoke as if she was just an acquaintance so he doubted him as a suspect.
“Thank you sir,” Rider started to stand, “You have been a great help, but would you happen to have a last name?”
John had never caught her last name but he was a great help towards the case. Rider got up and left, he could go home because his shift was already over.
