Murder Mysteries

“Another pathetic soul, tonight,” I said under my thick breath of tobacco. My partner, Mr. Douglas nodded in agreement. The limped body in front of us was covered by a thin layer of pink leotard. A small bulge was caught seen in between the two muscular legs. Mr. Douglas gulped and his eyes clearly told me that he had the exact same thought like mine in his mind. The studio was like any 70’s shows only that it was now engulfed with terror. There was a deep cut just below the deceased’s robust abdomen. That might be the cause of the death. It was staggering and the place smelled like rusty metal, the smell of blood. Somebody was sobbing. I could hear faint weep across the crowd.