“Hello Watson.” Sheryl greeted the detective that was standing over the body.
Sheryl ate a piece of candy as she started observing the crime scene, which was located in the woods next to the neighbourhood. The woods were also part of the Wolfe Estates, so Sheryl could see an iron fence in the distance, encircling the woods and the neighbourhood of mansions. The body was that of a woman, probably in her mid-thirties. The woman stared up into the stars with her vacant eyes from the garbage bag that she was lying in. Beside the body was a shovel and what was going to be her grave.
“So, what happened?” asked Sheryl.
Detective Watson turned to Sheryl, “Around 1:30, a security guard that was patrolling the area heard a strange noise coming from the woods, so he went to investigate. In the woods, he identified the noise as someone digging with a shovel. As he got closer, the digging stopped, probably because whoever was digging the grave spotted the light from his flashlight.”
Both Sheryl and Watson rolled their eyes at this before Watson continued, “He reached this very spot when he heard someone running behind him. All that he saw though, was what looked like a woman running that way.”
Watson gestured in the direction of the houses before he moved on, “He then spotted a garbage bag, which he opened.”
“I'm guessing that she was in the bag?”
“Yeah. He called the police, and here we are.”
“What did the M.E. say?”
“It looks she died from a stab wound to the heart, but, of course, he'll need to further examine the body.”
“Right. Candy?” Sheryl offered a piece of candy to Watson.
Watson sighed, “No, thanks.”
“Okay then.” Sheryl put the piece of candy away and took out some latex gloves. She put them on and started to investigate the body.
Watson sighed, “Sheryl, how many times do I have to tell you that you can't be fiddling around with the body until the M.E. clears it?”
“Oh c'mon, you know how long they take.” Ignoring Watson's warning, Sheryl searched the body for any clues, but couldn't find anything. “There's nothing here, I can't even find a wallet!”
Annoyed now, Watson sighed loudly this time. “That's because the M.E. already took it out for us.”
“But the last time -”
“The M.E. went to get those evidence bags first, but you started poking around before he got back!”
“Oh...” Sheryl sheepishly said. “Well, what did you find then?”