Zack Martinez's glassy gaze passed glumly over the contents of the dead boy’s bedroom. It was irritating to have a poisoned teenager slumped on the floor wearing a wrinkled and mutton-chopped rubber mask. It was downright incongruous for a teenager whose walls were covered with posters that screamed “attitude” to line his bed with stuffed animals: a squirrel, a llama, even a hedgehog. Zack had never seen a stuffed hedgehog before. (Maybe his son would like one). Anyway, too cute to be true...
And then there were the way-out weirdos who’d wandered over in the wee hours of the morning; the gorgeous babe (better not let his wife see him questioning her) who swallowed her zip drive before he could confiscate it, the soulful-eyed man in glasses who said he’d come to borrow a wrench and wouldn’t account for the heavy parcel he threw into the back of a passing dump truck, the fresh-looking college kid who came in with a stack of books to return and suddenly remembered that they all belonged to the library instead of the boy... All of them babbled about evil, though none of them mentioned downright lunacy.
And then his crew walked in. Candy with her Canon D camera and her double D bra. She started in the porn industry and moved up to crime photographer. Cyrus, the medical examiner who worked his way through college at the slaughter house and still wore a bloodstained apron always. Even the day after washday. Finally Junior Denton, the smartass new detective in the department who liked to put bandaids on bullet wounds. Guess he didn't have a joke for poisonings.
Zack Martinez closed his glassy eyes, and ran his hand glumly through his hair. How did I get stuck in a novel trying so hard to be fresh, that even I can't figure out what's going on?
Opening: Joanna......Continuation: Anon.