'Dead Men Tell No Tales' by Elizabeth Felix
They say that dead men tell no tales but I wish this one could, he would have an interesting story. It is clear how he died from the scattered bullet wounds across his chest. The smell is awful.
No-one but the vermin would have found him if the skip hadn’t tipped as it was being collected. There are officers milling around, keeping the neighbors and press out of the way and collecting what evidence they can. Nobody knows who he is and his butchered body is giving up no clues.
The tension in the air lightens a little as the body is zipped into a bodybag and wheeled away. Nobody likes to see a corpse, especially in this state. It is time to go back to the station and wait for the forensics report. Then I will see how much of the dead man’s story I can tell.