I puffed the smoke from my cigar into a heart, and I then smiled at myself for this accomplishment, as I started into the hallway. The police were already clearing people out of the locker room. I accidently bumped into a girl, and she dropped some stuff out of her bag when it hit the floor. I looked down, getting ready to asist her, but she quickly scrambled up an ipod, towel, water bottle, and a high heel. We both apoligized and went on our way.
"He's right back here, who ever it was got him good," the officer pulled back the yellow tape to let me in.
"Any wittnesses?" I asked as I threw down my cigar and put it out with my boot.
The officer picked up my cigar and threw it away, "No one has seen anything, but they did report of him screaming."
When we came to the body I looked at his face, "Multiple puncture wounds to the face with a pointed object."
"Yes, that's what the corner said." Replied the officer.
"Any clues to the murder weapon?" I examined the brusing.
"Yes, there was a high heel laying beside his body."
"Can I see it?" The officer brought over the shoe in a evidence bag as I said, "Huh, what about that," I smiled as I recalled bumping into the lady earlier.
"What is it?"
"I Belive I have jut found the murder suspect." I lit another cigar and exhaled, filling the room with smoke.
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