An Excerpt From, “Ernest Joins the Force!”
Most of the forensics team were milling about outside the restroom, pretending to look busy. Detective Stone knew why before he even set foot inside the doorway. It was another prostitute, murdered, just like the last one. Leaning in, he could see that the blood vessels in her eyes had burst; suggesting that it had been strangulation that had ultimately killed her.
As the team began to prepare themselves for the torment of yet another long stretch of sleepless nights, a denim-clad figure in a baseball cap suddenly entered the room. Without a word, he ran up to the toilet bowl, opened the lid, and looked inside. “Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!” he said with theatrical disapproval, making sure to contort his face in the disgusted way that all of the detectives found so hilarious.
Detective Stone smiled despite the horror surrounding him. Even though he wasn’t the most constructive addition to the force, there was something about Ernest that just made things easier around there.
