[Original: Drabble] "Canvasing the Hill" [Zeke Jones, G]
Title: Canvasing the Hill
Prompt: writerverse challenge #02 september mini table of doom
Book Title Used: Secrets in the Hills (American Girl, Josefina Mystery, by Kathleen Ernst & Jean-Paul Tibbles)
Word Count: 230
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: original ( Zeke Jones ‘verse)
Summary: Zeke and Howell knock on doors after a murder.
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Canvasing the Hill
Most of the time, I liked the detectives in our precinct. They were good cops, the whole bunch of them, but sometimes they forgot what it had been like to be just a ‘uniform’.
Like when they gave orders to canvas the neighborhood surrounding a nasty murder on the outer edge of Society Hill. Because rich people did not particularly appreciate being woken by a ringing doorbell at five o’clock in the morning by two ‘low-ranking’ cops asking if they’d seen or heard anything odd in the last few hours.
Most of them were at least civil, so there was that.
“Do you get the feeling they’re all hiding stuff?” I asked, as we showed our badges to another doorman.
Howell opened the door to the stairwell. “Nothing relevant to our investigation,” he said. “Their surprise at it being a murder has been genuine so far.”
“Yeah,” I agreed. “But it’s still annoying.”
“Not everything about our job can be glamorous, Jones,” said Howell. “If there’s even one tiny sliver of information in Society Hill, it’s our job to find it.”
“I know that, sir. But it doesn’t make it any less annoying.”
“True,” my partner allowed, then knocked on the door of the first apartment. “Good morning, ma’am. Apologies if we’ve woken you, but may I ask if you saw or heard anything strange in the last three-to-five hours…?”
THE END
Current Mood:
cold
Prompt: writerverse challenge #02 september mini table of doom
Book Title Used: Secrets in the Hills (American Girl, Josefina Mystery, by Kathleen Ernst & Jean-Paul Tibbles)
Word Count: 230
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: original ( Zeke Jones ‘verse)
Summary: Zeke and Howell knock on doors after a murder.
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Canvasing the Hill
Most of the time, I liked the detectives in our precinct. They were good cops, the whole bunch of them, but sometimes they forgot what it had been like to be just a ‘uniform’.
Like when they gave orders to canvas the neighborhood surrounding a nasty murder on the outer edge of Society Hill. Because rich people did not particularly appreciate being woken by a ringing doorbell at five o’clock in the morning by two ‘low-ranking’ cops asking if they’d seen or heard anything odd in the last few hours.
Most of them were at least civil, so there was that.
“Do you get the feeling they’re all hiding stuff?” I asked, as we showed our badges to another doorman.
Howell opened the door to the stairwell. “Nothing relevant to our investigation,” he said. “Their surprise at it being a murder has been genuine so far.”
“Yeah,” I agreed. “But it’s still annoying.”
“Not everything about our job can be glamorous, Jones,” said Howell. “If there’s even one tiny sliver of information in Society Hill, it’s our job to find it.”
“I know that, sir. But it doesn’t make it any less annoying.”
“True,” my partner allowed, then knocked on the door of the first apartment. “Good morning, ma’am. Apologies if we’ve woken you, but may I ask if you saw or heard anything strange in the last three-to-five hours…?”
THE END
Current Mood:
cold