Well earned break

Though I was supposed to be on leave for those two weeks, it seemed like I saw more of my colleagues than when I was working.

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"Hey John!" They would say, as they appeared at my door. "Just a few questions." So far nothing under caution.

They asked me about being first on scene. They went over my movements between my car and the body. I repeated my description of the perpetrator.

They asked about any drugs I might have found on the body and I said there were none, though I had noticed traces of white powder on the jacket.

Stevie was notably absent whenever these sessions took place. Otherwise, the investigation followed set routine. Known associates of the deceased had been interviewed and released, information called in by members of the public followed up. My witness statements had proved useful, they said, but had, so far, produced no firm leads.

They returned my car after what could not have been more than a cursory examination. There were some traces of cocaine in the trunk, they said, consistent with evidence I had taken from a homicide suspect a couple of weeks previous.

None of this should have been discussed with me, of course, but homicide detectives talk like schoolgirls at a slumber party. It helped to convince me that very little was being discovered that could incriminate me.

Then Stevie showed up at my place the afternoon before I was due to return to work.

"Can I come in?"

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Why has Stevie gone to visit John at his home? What will happen next? Will John get away with murder or get his comeuppance?

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