Crime Scene Interviews

Too many witnesses, it will be a buster clutch, they’ll get mean. Chief of police always gets his boxers in a bunch at a crime’s scene I am a novice, and an intern. It is my first day not on the force. Just watch; it could turn ugly; a dog and pony show with a large horse. What was taken? I asked; it must be something valuable and big. As far as I understand it, it is the farmer’s wife, little girl and his pig. The wife isn’t worth much. The little girl can be a handful for sure. But that potbelly pig has great bloodlines, his markings are pure. You interview the sheep, I’ll take the cows and the rooster over there. Thought mentor’s idea sounded like a good one, wise, and quite fair. The sheep were not cooperating; they refused to speak at all. Rooster was crowing and crooning, with each sound, he’d gotten tall. How did you do? Larry asked; he had ridiculous notes, three pages. I had to admit the sheep had clammed up; and he began some rages. The sheep could not be coaxed to speak, for which I was rather glad. I did not want to fail in front of Chief of Police, my own sweet Dad.