Murder. Just another day in the life of Detective Bell.
‘Clearly, the (soon-to-be-former) wife did it,’ he called out. ‘Please,’ said his colleague Detective Jar, ‘try the (broke) son and we can all go home’.
‘Why would I waste time badgering an innocent man when I would rather spend it gathering tangible evidence supporting my case?,’ shot back Bell.
‘Because, it would be much easier getting the guilty party to confess,’ replied Jar calmly.
For her, it was the tea leaves that told the story. No right minded health nut, such as the wife, would add milk to green tea.
Written for Write Tribe‘s ‘100 Words on Saturday’ prompt