125 western lake avenue

It was 5-30am on a cold Friday morning. A white car with the word police written on it sat outside of house number 125 Western Lake Avenue. It had been parked there on watch all night but now the warm light of day was chasing the cold dark of night out of the sky and the replacement car, a blue unmarked Prego, was now on the scene. Gavin Jones, a young detective with the metropolitan police force, got out of the police car and made his way to the Prego to make his report to the officer replacing him.


“Anything intriguing happen last night then?” The Detective Chief Inspector asked, scratching his head.

“No sir. All quiet, except for the husbands secret rendezvous with the hotty across the road. He stayed there about an hour then made his way back.” The Detective Chief Inspector nodded his head with a wide grin on his face as Gavin Jones went back to his car and drove off.



At 8-45am Detective Chief Inspector, Marvin Pass, made his way up the path to the door and knocked. He then went back to the car. The door opened and out came the man of the house, forensic pathologist, Thomas Proud. He made his way to the blue Prego and climbed in the back. Once Thomas was in the car Marvin drove down town to the pathology lab.



The Proud family were under police protection ever since the death threats had started coming a month ago. At first they had only been put under surveillance but, after the brutal way the family pet, a pure white Burmese mountain dog, had been murdered, they were now under constant protection. No one could work out how the culprit had managed to get into the back yard. It was worse for the three young children in the house because that morning they had been the ones to find the leg hanging from the back porch. The rest of the dog scattered around the yard. The weapon that had been used, an old wooden handled meat cleaver, had been taken out of the neighbours garage. But when C.S.I. had looked both at the crime scene and in the garage of the neighbour no evidence could be found.



Once at work Thomas started on the first body laid on his autopsy table. Marvin was puzzled Thomas seemed unaffected by it all. Marvin turned away from the door as Thomas started the autopsy with the standard Y incision. Twenty five years on the force and autopsies still had an uncanny knack of making Marvin feel sick.



Back at number 125 Western Lake Avenue Maria Proud was trying to solve a problem with the washing machine. After about half an hour of trying, kicking the thing was all she could think of doing. The officer, who was in the house downstairs, made his way into the kitchen.

“What’s up?” he asked.

“Flaming things stuck again.” she replied almost in tears.

“Let’s have a look.” The officer got on his knees and after five minutes the machine was working again.

“Thank you.” she said smiling at the young officer. He simply nodded and walked back into the lounge. Up stairs the young female officer watching the children was getting twenty questions thrown at her. The eldest was asking things like: ‘What was the worst she’d seen? Who was the youngest victim? How many suspects had she arrested?’ At the same time the youngest was asking: ‘Do you have a dog? Are you in a relationship? Where do you go on holiday?’ The officer put her head in her hands and sighed she couldn’t wait for 5pm to come.



Monday morning brought good news for the Proud family as Detective Pass knocked on the door.

“Can I come in?” he asked as Thomas answered the door. Slowly they made there way into the sitting room. “We have the man whose been harassing you. His name is Lukas Fact. He was arrested last night on suspicion of rape. When in the cells he’d started talking. He said he was stumped as to why the girl would implicate him when he was busy. After some more questioning he admitted that he was the one who killed the dog.”

“What was the motive detective?” Thomas asked.

“After further investigation we found out that his sister Lucy Fact was a patient of yours when you worked at the local hospital. She died due to neglect. For all it was the nurse in the wrong he blames you.”