I’d seen it all so many times before that I could walk into the scene blindfolded and describe to you what you’d find. First and most obvious would be the domestic disturbance. Depending where the incident took place, would depend on what was laying about where it shouldn’t be. Funnily enough, the bedrooms were always the least fucked up. Go figure. They’re also the least likely place for anything to go down. Couples prefer to argue in the kitchen or dining room. And God knows, there’s always something within reach that will cause some kind of harm. Then there’s the victim. Without fail, beaten way too many times. Nine times out of ten, the woman. And when it’s the guy, most times he’s not dead. The majority of scenes have some kind of cover-up that occurred after the incident, where the guy normally tries to make it all look like it was one big accident. Yeah, sure she fell on the candlestick forty two times all over her body. Happens all the time. Then there’s those goddamn smug perps. Most of them drunk or drugged up losers who think the world, or at least their ladies, owe them something by virtue of their being born. Bitter sons-of-bitches who either argue their innocence with a violence that makes you cringe, or the kind of asshole who’s bawling his eyes out for a lost wife that he didn’t give a shit about when she was alive and full of loving for him. So I walked into the scene this morning with my eyes closed and went through the drill until I realised I hadn’t seen the boyfriend. Fiancé, actually. Must be getting old. Anyway, they lead me out to the back yard and there he is, this good looking dude in his late twenties wearing expensive threads. He looks nervous, but not angry or upset. I walk over to him and introduce myself; tell him I have some questions for him. He tells me he’d be happy to answer them. He wasn’t home when shit went down, so he’s not sure how much help he can be. I snort and look him up and down, and notice for the first time that there’s not a drop of blood on his person. Considering the scene inside, this shakes me up a bit. She’s laying in the bath, barely cold. There’s no way he cleaned up after the act. I immediately know in my gut, this guy didn’t do it.