"Who's a good shot... Are you kidding me?" "We're freakin cops - it's what we freakin do!", Mace fired off at Daniels before spitting over the dead rookie. Of course it was a stupid question, but Mace was out of line and he knew it. Granted they've had their disagreements but Mace never crossed the line between friendship and insubordination. Today was different, and things were about to get weird.

Daniels took his position between an irritated Mace on his right, and Jessica Fletcher. Who, as luck would have it, just happened to be picking berries at the approximate time and location of the rookie cop's death. Normally this would make anyone a prime suspect. But in Jessica's case it simply made you prompt and useful.

Aware that he was one cop short of two, Daniels was grateful to find Jessica taking post on his left, and obliged her insatiable curiosity for murder by probing the unidentified victim with a stick. "Poke... Stab... Flip!" each of them choosing a word to describe what they were witnessing. Then ending on a single word shared by three: No!

As the blue victim turned on it's back ...

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