This story is a work of fiction. The resemblance of any characters to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.
“It’s not a pretty sight, Guv.”
“It’s not a pretty smell either.” DCI Cass Red Rose wrinkled her nose as the stench of stale urine violently assaulted her nostrils. “Why do gents’ bogs always stink to high heaven?”
“We can’t all piss lavender water like you, Guv.” DI James Mackenzie passed Red a pair of regulation plastic shoe-covers and gloves.
The revolving blue lights of the patrol vehicle cast dancing shadows on the tiled walls beyond. A lone uniformed officer exchanged cheerless banter with a cluster of early-riser pedestrians attracted by the police presence.
Red forced a queasy smile. “I hope this is worth being dragged out of bed for, Jim.” She glanced pointedly at her watch. “It’s supposed to be my weekend off.”