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Lost and found!

Jane got out of the taxi with her bags of shopping and started up the stairs of her home. She opened her door and closed it behind her. It was only after the door had closed that she saw.

Blood stained the walls, and as Jane turned slowly round, she let out an ear splitting scream, her bags of shopping fell to the floor. The contents smashing and erupting from the paper bags. Derrick leaned skewered to the far wall. Blood mapped the living room. Red every where. She stumbled forward slightly, falling to her knees ash cried for her husband who’s face was slashed beyond recognition. The katana which held Derrick to the wall shinned in the dim light. A blue and white frilly garter hanging from its hilt.

In the police station, officer henchicks sat with the wife. “I’m sorry to have to keep asking you questions miss but its vital you answer as much as you can”. Jane’s eyes were red from crying even though she had stopped a while ago. “I’ve already told you, I woke up and he wasn’t home, I went to do some shopping came back about two house later and …and…” she started crying again. She kept seeing him there in her minds eye, his body limp stuck to the wall, drained of blood, his face slashed off at the eyes and down through his face. Jane straightened in her chair “I don’t know what time he got back! I was out! Derrick always liked to go for walks” she said as she drifted off and started muttering to her self.


Henchicks had seen it before, it was shock. “were you and your husband having marital problems?” he asked. Jane’s face creased with sorrow and anger “you think I did this to him!” she shouted.
It was after all a difficult case, no sign of forced entry, no sign of a struggle, every item of furniture was in place. Covered in blood but in place. It was almost as if the man had done it to himself, but the garter his mind kept crying to him. But the garter! It was Henchicks belief that MR Derrick MB may have been having an affair. Perhaps the woman he was cheating with had killed him. He didn’t know, probably never would. The garter was just too familiar to him, he just couldn’t put his finger on where he had seen it before.