The first thing the cop noticed was the garish chartreuse dress that the victim wore. The colour was quite off putting, and the cop noticed that she wasn’t the only one who noticed the odd colour. “Is it too soon to comment on the fact that it was her bad fashion sense which got her killed?”
The cop turned to her partner, a tallish man who was rather new to the police force. “Yes Henry,” she stated dryly. “It is too soon.”
Henry smiled sheepishly at her. “Sorry,” he apologized.
She shook her head. “Don’t be sorry, just don’t say anything.”
Henry nodded. “Right. Nothing.”
She glared at him.
“Starting now,” he added as he pursed his lips.
With a roll of her eyes she turned her attention back to the crime scene. “Alright,” she began aloud. “Let’s see what we’ve got here aside from a chartreuse dress.”