"If possible, may I ask whose was this?"
The question was asked in a drawled voice that was effectively tuned out as both of the middle-aged men inside discussed the investigation in a hushed but urgent way. Zeke shrugged his shoulders. 'Fine, I will just have to find it out myself.'
Straightening himself up from the couch he was currently slouching on, the young Roderick took hold of the stinky black plastic bag with his bare hands. Curiosity had won whatever hygiene idealism he believed in.
'Curiosity killed the cat.' His inner voice chided at him.
'Too bad I am not a cat.' Zeke sing-songed, wasting no time in ripping the dark plastic bag that might hold an important piece of evidence. This time, he was the one tuning the conversation beside him.
