Dark blood pooled underneath the naked body and gore decorated the room. The sound of a tornado destroying a drive-in and service station shook the floor of the room. Detective O'Shaughnessy found the TV remote and muted the sound as Zack Martinez entered, stepped over the sofa and put two fingers to the body's neck.
"He's dead." Martinez said.
"You think so?" O'Shaughnessy motioned him away. Martinez ignored him. "You could be a suspect. You shouldn't be here. You should leave before you say anything or do anything." O'Shaughnessy yelled.
"My ex-wife, the unfaithful bitch twittered me in tears. She begged for a shoulder to cry on."
"And you popped in to comfort her. Think she killed him?
"Nah! My ex-wife's snatch is the only thing that goes bang when she's around. Looks like her doughy pant-load of a fourth husband used a cannon."
"Brains everywhere. Gun might be under the body."
"Bad bet. From what the servants told me, he scared easily. Wrote all sorts of mayhem and death in those novels of his but ran from spiders and peed his pants regularly. The unfaithful bitch was his surrogate mommy." Martinez stepped aside as the Medical Examiner arrived.
Heads popped up as the students finished reading. "OK class, what do you think?" Professor Shelly Bloodworth-Jones asked. Ben, the resident jock, sat bolt upright, waving his hand. Professor Bloodworth-Jones nodded to her "go-to" student assistant, Elizabeth.
"It's an awfully anonymous fourth husband for Martinez not to know his name," she leaned back in her chair and crossed her legs.
"Why is he bare ass naked in the living room when he decides to off himself? I don't see any guy wandering the house naked like that. Why not set the scene in a bedroom or one of those humongous baths the rich like to build in their mansions." Ben smiled at Debby, the author.
"It's part of the story. Martinez's wife held swap parties and that sofa is one of those vinyl atrocities like you find in proctologist's offices," Debby retorted. Elizabeth grimaced at her description.
"That would give credence to his calling her unfaithful. But I can't see how the murderer would force him into the living room and fake his suicide. That doesn't work for me. It's too Colonel Mustard in the Library or the trained monkey with the hypodermic," Ben wiggled his pen, making it tap the tablet under his hand. Debby rolled her eyes and laid a hand on her chin but that didn't stop Professor Bloodworth-Jones. How dare she use details of their three-way with Ben in the class.
"Ben has a point, dear. It's too lurid a mystery for anything but a third-rate cable movie. You're giving us Lady Chatterley and we want sophisticated adultery," the Professor delivered her third smack down of Debby that week.
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