Chapter 14 The Detectives

• In an office table, two photographs stood out between scattered paperwork. A pair of gentle hands wearing a wedding ring picked them up. Eyes staring daggers into them. "If I hadn't been to the crime scene and seen these dead men myself- I wouldn't have believed this photographs are real."
• Detective Jennet Washington-Smith sturdied the images carefully. She saw her diamond ring and got distracted, remembering her wedding to Mr Iron Washington that past weekend.
• "Snap out of it," she said to herself and focused on the images again. She remembered the crime scene, trying to figure out what she could have missed. The bodies lay twenty metres apart from each other. All had what looked like a close-range shot, right in between the eyebrows. If not, how would the shooter been able to aim directly at the fore-head of the victim and get such a perfect shot? It had to be close-range right?