THE INVESTIGATOR #4

Looking down, the Investigator studies the spot where her blood has pooled and soaked into the carpet.   It is still wet and he is tempted to reach down and touch it.  Imagines his fingers coming away red and sticky.  But what would he do then?  Wipe them of course but where?  On the edge ofContinue reading “THE INVESTIGATOR #4”

THE INVESTIGATOR #3

The murderer didn’t break in.  There aren’t any signs of a forced entry.  Not inside nor out.  No trampled flower beds and muddy footprints, no broken glass or fragments of china, kicked and scattered across the wooden flooring and trodden into the rugs.  The evidence of anything untoward is contained in just one room, the livingContinue reading “THE INVESTIGATOR #3”

THE INVESTIGATOR #2

The Investigator steps back from the scene and exits the house via the front door.  He moves out onto the street and beyond the barriers.  He stands amongst the onlookers allowing the others to get in close and to do what they need to do.  He won’t move again until they are finished and haveContinue reading “THE INVESTIGATOR #2”

THE INVESTIGATOR

Image by Christine Renney The Evidence Room is located in the bowels of the building.  In order to reach it the Investigator hasn’t any choice other than to make his way down.  The elevator at ground level goes up only and into the light, where there are windows and corners of sky and people workingContinue reading “THE INVESTIGATOR”

HARMONY

Image by Christine Renney We are divided but we all believe in the City.  How could we not?  The evidence is everywhere.  We have the artefacts and the photographs.  It is our story and, if we are unable to understand yet, we can at least know it and we are putting it in order, intoContinue reading “HARMONY”

THE DRUG OF CHOICE

Image by Christine Renney There’s a new drug on the market but it’s exclusive. You can’t buy it from the Runners – you have to seek out the Supplier. Both he and his place are an integral part of the trip or so I have heard. It isn’t something you can take away in aContinue reading “THE DRUG OF CHOICE”

FORCE FIELD

Image by Christine Renney I was unable to leave the house. There was a barrier but it was invisible and others were able to pass through it. No-one would have believed me and I decided not to try to explain to my family and friends when they visited. They would have been perplexed and concerned,Continue reading “FORCE FIELD”