Wednesday, September 30, 2009

The Case of the Missing Maraca

It was a cool morning as I arrived in the Living Room for Daywatch. Even before my first cuppa joe I noticed something was odd, wrong...out of place. Little did I know. I had walked right into the middle of a crime scene.
My partner was no where near as I arrived on the scene. I can only assume he was still in bed after a late night of film noir movies, popcorn, and a date with a hot bimbo. But that was his problem. My problem was staring me right in the face. No time for that cup of much needed fortitude. A crowd had gathered at the crime scene. It was time to go to work.
I knew that the owner of the item before me had reported it missing after getting back to New Zealand. She wasn't sure if it had been lost or stolen, only knowing it was missing. Little did she know of the high population of dreaded cat burglars in this area. As the crowd gathered, I wondered if the thief was hiding from me in its safety, trying to blend in and go unnoticed. I could feel eyes watching me approach the item in question. They had made a mistake. The culprit had left the item in plain sight or didn't have time to hide it again.
Donning gloves so as not to contaminate any evidence I picked up the precious item. Damn. No prints. Not even a tooth-mark anywhere to be had. This case was going to be hard.
I canvassed the area locals. No one was talking. If they knew who had pinched the goods, they weren't giving up the information. I looked into the faces surrounding "it". Eyes darted back and forth as if looking whom to pin the blame on. Paws pointed in all directions with looks of "He did it!" or "She was the one!".
This was going to be a hard case to solve. Below is a photo of the crime scene before all the triangulations were made and evidence bagged.

The maraca did not have one bit of evidence on it. No prints. No teeth marks. No DNA samples to be had. It was as if someone had taken it, hid it away, and now thought it safe to bring out into the open again. We'll have to hold "it" in the evidence drawer until the owner requests we send it on, or they come to pick it up. But for me, this case is not closed by any means.

It's just a matter of time. One day, whomever took the maraca from the child is going to make a mistake and lead me to them. Then an apprehension can be made...the case can be closed.
...all I have to do is wait.


Garrett808 said...

Oh my GOSH you need to write mystery novels!! That was awesome writing! And I loved the photo ;)

Kathy said...

Thanks, Garrett! It's just left over from being a plain-clothes investigator for the Army. I come by it naturally, I guess. heeheehee

Katie said...

Wonderful Kathy! I have a girlfriend in Gig Harbor, Wa. that wrote a book similar to your story about her Labradoodles...........too funny.

Tammy said...

Thanks for the laugh, Kathy! Of course it makes it a bit awkward with the co-workers. ;-) Anyway, I loved it. I hope you can solve this 'cold case' and catch the perp. It's been a week of well, ick, here. The cats seem to be working on breaking my last nerve, by trading off illnesses. Sage is the current one, and he has been a sick boy. Hoping that his improvement continues today.