Detective Watson took out his notepad. “Her name is Simone Walters, 36 years old, and a real estate agent.”
Sheryl looked around, “Does she live here?”
“No, she lives with her husband, Samuel, on the other side of town.”
“So what was she doing here then?”
“No idea, Wong and Nadir are running the usual credit card and phone records checks as we speak."
"Oh, that explains why the other detectives on your team aren't here as well."
Sheryl looked at the body again, and then she said, "Well, the murderer lives in that neighbourhood, that's for sure."
"The security guard said that the woman that he saw ran towards the houses, right?
"So this is a gated community, it is highly unlikely that someone snuck in here to bury a body. The mostly likely scenario is that Simone was killed somewhere inside this community, and then brought into the woods to be buried."
Watson considered Sheryl's theory, and then took out his phone. "Sounds plausible, I'll call Nadir and have him track down the security guards to see if Ms. Walters was here to visit anyone."
While Watson made his phone call, Sheryl looked around for more clues. She looked at the body, the bag that Simone was in, the area surrounding the body, and finally stopped on the shovel. It was a regular shovel, but shining a flashlight on it, Sheryl could see blood on the handle, and some of that blood formed fingerprints. Most likely, it was the murderer's fingerprints and blood. Excited at the find, she called over forensics, who would take care of the shovel and lift what evidence they could find on it.
After forensics had taken care of the shovel, Sheryl continued to search for more clues. Finding nothing else, she walked over to Watson just as he finished talking to Detective Nadir. As Watson put away his cellphone, Sheryl asked him, "Anything from the phone records or the credit checks?"
"Not yet. Did you find anything?"
"Yeah, the shovel had blood on the handle, and fingerprints. It looks like whoever was digging the grave was bleeding."
"Good, I see that you got forensics to take a look at it?"
"Yeah," Sheryl said proudly. "So what now?"
"Well, I'm going to have to tell Samuel Walters that his wife is dead."