CSI

It was about three in the night when they woke me up. I was used to this. Part of the job. Crime has an uncanny habit of happening late in the night. Either that or the police dispatch hated knowing that I was asleep. I got into the car. Detective Jackson from Homicide. Good man. Ten years on the force. It was my third. I looked out the window. The night was perfect for murder. No moon, no wind, snowing. I needed a drink. But there was work to do.

We reached the crime scene. A large estate. Old money. Very snobbish. R.J. Edwarton is the name said Jackson. Hmm, so old man Edwarton had croaked. I tried to feel sorry. We went up to the study. The walls were lined with books. Leather bound. The place reeked of money. And someone had wanted it bad. Bad enough to whack the old guy. He lay sprawled over the large mahogany desk. A gleaming knife sticking out of his back made it obvious why he wasn't moving.

I knew the chief wanted me to sniff around for clues right away but I took my time. I always made it a point to observe the people. It usually told me a lot. Put me on the right scent. Something pretty was quietly sobbing in a corner. Probably the old man's daughter. A handsome hunk, the kind pretty dames usually fall for, was trying to console her. I checked the corpse thoroughly. Nothing suspicious or out of place. Well, that was that. I was ready to leave the whole sordid mess. But wait, something smelt funny. Yes, the handle of the knife, a faint smell, almost unnoticeable. It didn't belong here. I tried to remember what it was but I couldn't quite place it.

The hunk had been watching me all the time. He seemed troubled now. He whispered something to the dame and she got up and started walking to the door, sobbing some more. But it seemed fake. I noticed her hands were shaking. Her hands!!! Ofcourse. The smell. Moisturizing cream. That's what it was. He had seen me sniffing the knife handle and hence told her to leave. I had to stop her. And make sure. But she had almost left the room. The door was swinging shut.

Woof! Woof! Woof!

"Hey Jackson. Let the stupid mutt out will ya. He doesn't seem to be of much use inside anyway."

Great. Here I had the case busted wide open and this is how I got thanked. Somedays, it just wasn't any fun being a police dog.