Inspector Thibodeaux stood over the almost naked body of the victim, Scott Vick. A toothpick bobbed beneath the Inspectors pencil thin moustache as he examined the scene before him. The rain had been falling all night and the puddle the victim lay in grew deeper by the minute. Inspector Thibodeaux’s ivory umbrella kept the rain off his white suit but his albino alligator skin Madison shoes were almost covered by the water in the puddle.
“Seems fitting, Inspector.” Deputy Gravois stood next to the Inspector, just on the edge of the puddle.
“What? That the Parish’s most notorious philander was found in an empty alley wearing nothing but his boxers?” Thibodeaux said.
“No, that those ugly alligator shoes of yours are in the water again,” Gravois sniggered then walked back to his patrol car at the mouth of the alley.
Inspector Thibodeaux followed him as the medical examiner began moving the body out of the puddle.
“What do you think?” Thibodeaux asked as he stood approached Gravois.
“I think the he stuck his poker in the wrong fire,” Gravois spit a brown glob of saliva and tobacco. Bits of chew stuck to is teeth as he smiled at the Inspector.
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