Ten minutes to mask a murder

In ten minutes, the squad would arrive. I heaved the 'murder weapon', a huge hunk of ice, into the storm drain. As it hit with a smash, the steady stream of meltwater started to push the pieces away, along with the red streaks that had covered one side. I hid the cocaine in the trunk.

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Swiftly retracing my tracks back to the body, I knelt over the corpse to retrieve the wallet. Eyes looked up at the sky without seeing, and the skin had already begun to turn gray. I stood and ran a short distance to the right, kicking up as much snow as I could.

By the time the first detective arrived, I had gone through the wallet to find the ID. Just for show, of course.

"CSI are gonna love you, boss, the mess you made of their crime scene," said Stevie, as she looked around, taking in all the details. "What happened?"

"I was just driving by when I saw an affray up here, so stopped the car to assist. The assailant ran off to the right as I approached. I gave chase but he was gone, so I came back and checked for vital signs. There weren't any."

"I'd better take over from here John, you being a material witness."

As she said this I noted, with satisfaction, the patter of raindrops beginning to fall. The mess I had made of the crime scene would be nothing compared with what the coming downpour would do.

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