Michael knew what to expect as Detective Wilson entered the Wilmington
club house changing room. Wilson draws a crooked smile and shakes his
head.
“Any reason I
shouldn’t just arrest you now?”
Michael passes a blank look
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you.”
Wilson walks right up into the face of Michael, both men
standing about the same height. “Oh yeah.”
“Enough.”
Barks a voice from beyond the two. “Back it off Wilson.”
Michael smiles back at Wilson as his face transforms to a
sneer. He turns to Lieutenant Dane. Dane, a tall, slim gentleman, with a
receding hairline, and two other police officers enter the room. He scans the area.
“Let’s see
what we have here.”
Wilson grimaces and makes his way over to a corner where a
male body lays crumpled in a corner.
The other officers start scanning other areas. Dane walks over to Michael who leans against a wall.
“I know.”
Dane walks up next to Michael, looking around the scene. “So…”
“I found him
here just like that”
“And how was
it, that you happened to find him”
“Just lucky I
guess”
“Some guys
have all the luck. How do you know him?”
“I don’t
really.”
Dane shakes his head.
“Come on now,
we’ve been down this road before.”
Michael straightens up.
“I was
recently employed by someone known to him.”
Wilson, crouched over the body, is looking intently at the
corpse.
“Looks like several traumatic blows to the head.”
Dane looks back at Michael. One of the officers pokes his head back in the room.
“Detective
Smith found something.”
Another plainclothes detective enters the room, in a gloved hand carrying a
golf club, the end of which has blood covering the metal edge.
“I believe we
have a murder weapon.”
Detective Wilson stands up and walks over to the other
detective. He glances at the club.
“4 iron, lefty. You play?”
Smith chuckles. “Minigolf with my kid.”
Wilson looks over at Michael and Dane.
“How about you
wise ass. You play, don’t ya?”
Michael looks on and Dane glances down, shaking his head
slightly. Wilson walks over to
Michael.
“So we have a
murderer with a left handed swing.”
Dane looks at Wilson. The other officer has returned to the
room.
“ The area is
secure, The special investigations unit has arrived as well.”
The room goes
silent. Michael smiles.
“Or at least
that’s what the murderer would like you to think.”
Dane twists his head toward Michael. Wilson snorts. “Right.”
Michael walks across the room and looks down at the body. “Exactly.”
Dane follows him across.
“It appears
that the blows to the head are on his left temple.”
Dane nods. “Yes.”
“Well, based
on the angle, it would be more likely that the swing came from
someone who was right handed.”
Dane cracks a faint smile as he looks over at Wilson,
steaming. Michael strolls toward the door. A few more people enter the room carrying equipment. Michael looks back and nods toward the
new people.
“I suspect these folks will tell you the same. You
know where to find me if you need
me.”
Dane belts back
“ Michael, you are not going anywhere just
yet, let’s chat outside.”
Beckoning to one of the officers, “detain him if you have to.”
Michael exits and Dane turns to Wilson who is staring down
the door through which Michael passed.
“Wilson! Snap
to it. Here’s what I want you to
do…”
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