What do you think of my start:
Officer Mcklowskie drained the last dregs of his cup of coffee. They’d received the call at five in the morning: a woman was calling from her cellar on her mobile, locked down there with her son, the father upstairs taking a baseball bat to their home. By the time they’d got there, both the mother and the boy were dead, their heads caved in by what the rport would later describe as “a blunt instrument”.
“Like hell” thought Mcklowskie. “Should read: ‘Smashed to ******* bits by a baseball bat at the hand of some twisted creep’”. He sighed. Red tape - what can you do? He reflected that it was pretty much the way of the world these days. Police forces tied up by beuocracy and unable to do little more than take statements.
“Hey, Mcklowskie?”. Mcklowskie turned, his faded jacket creasing noiselessly in the drone of the car radio burbling details to and from local units. Not that there were very many: most had been called to sort this god awful mess out
2007-10-04
02:27:33
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