Thirty two stab wounds, made by multiple knives, mutilated genitalia, a body about a week old suggestively posed, and cause of death was excessive bleeding. Going by the amount of overkill, this was personal. Coach Duran had been tortured.
Unfortunately because of the recent rains, coyote bites and maggots, it was going to be very difficult to get any prints or clean DNA.
There was nothing further to be done here.
Nothing like this had ever happened in sleepy Oothu, and despite the obscure location of the crime scene, a large crowd had gathered and the chatter was on.
Detective Sky stayed back to listen. Small town gossip often revealed useful clues.
“Who would want to kill Coach Duran?”
“I don’t know. But remember the old rumours.”
“Surely you don’t believe that!”
“Crap, it’s hardly been ten days since the school honoured him.”
“God, so many of his star athletes came into town for the felicitation.”
“Ya, almost thirty two of them, right?”
Written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers with photo prompt provided by Tim Livingston with the blog, The ForesterArtist.
Chilling story! Sounds like one of Coach Duran’s star athletes wanted to see him dead! Great story!
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Thank you.
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Sounds like the coach was NOT a team player:) Nice take.
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What were the rumours? Who killed the Coach? Your story has me wanting more!!
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🕵🏼♀️Detective Sky says that the case is still under investigation 😉
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A dissatisfied old flame, or even a case of abuse, lets hope the detective get this intriguing case sorted.
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