ONE HUNDRED TWENTY
Grace and Jessica smeared Vicks Vapour Rub under their nostrils before pulling up their surgical masks.
Clad in forensics suits, they slowly entered Chloe’s apartment, the smashed front door hanging on its hinges as they passed, creeping sideways to avoid leaving their own footprints on the carpet.
The autumn evening was drawing in rapidly, the hallway was dark and gloomy, and the prevalent stench permeated through their masks and the vapour rub. Grace and Jessica shone their torch around, no light switches would be touched until they had been dusted for prints.
Cautiously they crept forward, noses twitching as they followed the smell and then as they looked into the kitchen, they saw a mummy figure wrapped up in decorator’s cloth lying on the floor.
‘Oh Lord’ said
