Caren Krutsinger Poet Narrative

Eight Days Until

“It did not look like suicide to me,” Lee, the novice detective said.
“It was suicide,” her partner stated firmly. “Open and shut case.  Solved.”
The last seventeen cases he had solved were suicides. 

“But she was stabbed in the back eight times,” Lee protested.
Her partner coughed loudly and indicated they should go outside to discuss it.
“How are four perfect x’s wounds in her back suicide?” she asked him.

“Have you ever thrown knives?” He asked her.
She shook her head ‘no’.
“She was a great knife thrower,” he said. “She just threw them up in the air and laid down.”

Lee stared at him. Was he serious?
“The ceiling was only nine foot high,” she argued.
She decided to speak to the medical examiner until she discovered that he and her partner were twins.

Eight days until retirement! He thought.
Eight days until I get another partner she thought.
Determined to re-open his last seventeen cases.

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Kim Rodrigues July 20, 2019 at 6:59 AM Great humor and a dark write, as well as great characters! A fave!

Silent One July 20, 2019 at 5:18 AM a deep and emotive recollection of what seems like a true event..

Alexis Y. July 20, 2019 at 2:20 AM Hi Caren, As I read this is it put me in the mind of all the CSI's because I like them all. With that being said, I wouldn't want such a job- Alexis