Copyright Gary Weston 2012
'There should be a law against one o'clock in the morning,' said Detective Senior Sergeant Stanley Morris.
Detective Sergeant Vincent Crowe had a modicum of sympathy and understanding with his boss.
'How's the toothache?'
'It feels like the rest of me. Like crap.'
'Are you up to this?'
'No. Not really.'
The flashing lights and the time of day were not conducive to Morris's overall well being. They had already served a ten hour day, and it was obvious they had a long night still ahead of them. The Scene Of Crime team were already resplendent in white disposable coveralls, searching the bushes, and the paramedics were bagging up the body.
'We have to face them,' said Crowe. 'Let me do the talking.'