Welcome to my Sunday Snippet. Since hubby and I went on a date to the drive-in last night and I totally forgot to get on the Weekend Writing Warriors list, I decided to post from another story. Don't want to cheat some of my Milk Carton Murders followers of a segment, you know?
This snippet is related, however. This is Investigator Pepper Black's story, the same cop, many of the same characters, and the same town as in the Milk Carton Murders. It predates MCM so as not to revel anything. I did it in April for Camp NaNoWriMo and Blogging A-Z (a different letter every day). I did the whole story daily on my blog. You can read the entire murder mystery here.
This snippet is related, however. This is Investigator Pepper Black's story, the same cop, many of the same characters, and the same town as in the Milk Carton Murders. It predates MCM so as not to revel anything. I did it in April for Camp NaNoWriMo and Blogging A-Z (a different letter every day). I did the whole story daily on my blog. You can read the entire murder mystery here.
A body is found along a hedge row in the rural town of Lamont. Some creative punctuation is used to keep it to 10.
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She had been a beautiful woman in life. If it wasn’t for the polka dot scarf around her neck it would be obvious her head was no longer attached to her body. An adze lay only a few feet away embedded in a partially hewn log. Sheriff Clayton Nazzaro walked over to the hedgerow where the coroner, Herbert Wilde, was crouched down near the body.
“So, the murder weapon you think, Herb?” asked Clayton, with a tilt of his head towards the log.
“I’m not guessing on that one until I get her back to the morgue,” said Herb, “and not until your forensic guys have that adze removed—no mistaking who she is though.”
“Nope. Jack Webster’s daughter,” said Clayton. “Worked up at McCormick’s boat rental last I heard—quiet girl. What do make of the clothes?”
“Well, I wouldn’t say I’ve ever seen her dress this flashy. Skirt seems a might short for her, and the blouse a bit too revealing.”
“So, the murder weapon you think, Herb?” asked Clayton, with a tilt of his head towards the log.
“I’m not guessing on that one until I get her back to the morgue,” said Herb, “and not until your forensic guys have that adze removed—no mistaking who she is though.”
“Nope. Jack Webster’s daughter,” said Clayton. “Worked up at McCormick’s boat rental last I heard—quiet girl. What do make of the clothes?”
“Well, I wouldn’t say I’ve ever seen her dress this flashy. Skirt seems a might short for her, and the blouse a bit too revealing.”
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