Closing in on caught up10, 197

It was another banner day for government workers. I while wrote 2000 words while a chunk of the office was off watching the soccer game. the finals must be weird for you Katie.

Anyway I must confessed I haven't had too much trouble moving my novel forward. I am several scenes ahead in ideas and in fact I feel I am rushing these scenes as I desperately want to move onto the second part of my book.

Also I realize I might have confused some of you with my first passage. Poor Brian was my original main character but i quickly wrote him off. He wasn't right.

My current main characters are the detectives handling the death that Brian found. they are Tom Sterling and A.J. Salty.

They are mediocre RCMP officers, competent but not perfect. And they love to ask dumb questions!

Its weird I haven't seen my killer yet but already i know a lot about him: occupation, motives, hair cut, favourite movie. My notebook is full of information about him. This first murder is dragging out a little too much. I think i will soon move on to better places.

Here's an excerpt of them just for fun unedited of course:

Tom Sterling’s sunglasses hid his icy grey eyes even though the skies were quite overcast. His dark short hair stayed neatly in place even as the hard cold spring winds whistle wildly around him. Tom was leaning up against his car with his partner, A.J. Salty, waiting for a local volunteer firefighter to lead them and various forensic and evidence collectors to the crime scene.
Tom puffed on his Marlboro light cigarette wondering why he had been called to crime scene in the middle of nowhere. Surely there was someone in this area who would be capable of handling this case. A.J. gave him a look that indicated he was thinking the same thing. They had been working cases for the past 7 years together and had seem some pretty horrific stuff but it mostly involved unfaithful spouses, gangs and drugs.
Usually things like that didn’t happen in small towns. Unfaithful spouses just beat each other or if it got really bad they just disappeared. In any case, these types of cases rarely crossed the desk of middle of the pack detectives of the OPP for whatever reason.
A.J., who was always prepared, was going over instructions to every group of evidence collectors. There were pairs who would be assigned to search the forest around the crime scene for trace evidence and other information that may be pertinent for the case.
A.J. also passed out black note books that would be used document anything and everything that was found or noted in the area around the body.
The head volunteer firefighter finally arrived back to the congregation of OPP officers and their Ford Crown Victoria’s. They were all different colours but they all served the same purposes. They were fast, explosive and readily burnable.
Joe Saunders, the head of the volunteer fire fighter corps, went straight to the A.J. and Tom. “This is horrible.” He mumbled to them.
Tom’s steely ice eyes directed their way towards him. “What’s horrible is the fact that we’ve been waiting twenty minutes for your ass to get back here.” Saunders jumped at the harshness and complete assholeness of Tom but Tom wasn’t even done yet he threw the lit cigarette down and disgust and tore into him. “When you call the OPP in on a case we don’t like to be kept waiting, volunteer. Now get your fucking ass in gear and get us to the crime scene.”
Joe didn’t move for a second but then Tom eyes bore into him and he quickly got into step. “Follow me.” He breathed not at all amused by Tom and his attitude. A.J. fell into step beside Joe to smooth over the tensions that he made be harbouring towards the OPP. A.J. played the good cop fairly well. Well enough that the fire chief would not be too unhappy by the time they made it to the crime scene. He began relaying what little information they knew about the man.
“He was discovered by a hiker yesterday afternoon, who was quite beat up himself. He busted his ankle getting the information to us and to tell you the true he was so pale I thought he was going to puke.”
A.J. interjected with a question, “Did he lead you back to the body.”
“Not quite. He was unable to walk and probably wouldn’t have been persuaded to go back to the place for a million dollars.”
“That bad?” A.J asked his face showing some faint worry lines.
Joe nodded at him glumly. “He is strung up like a piece of meat. We wanted to bring him down you know as a sign of respect but I thought you would not want the body to be touch.”
“That’s true. You did a good job.