My eyes lock on the coffee table, littered with cigarette buds.
Nearby lay the victim in a pool of blood. Just like my last case.
That should have been an easy win, except for that sleaze-bag’s attorney.
Lack of evidence my ass.
Now a killer walks the streets. That is not something I can live with.
I picked up the gun by the victim. This is no longer a suicide. I place a cigarette bud in the ash tray.
Outside, I call the evidence team.
“Bag the table,” I said. “Everything we need is right there.”
Friday Fictioneers is a weekly challenge to write a complete story in 100 words or less based on a photo prompt. Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting this challenge and Yvette Prior for this week’s prompt.