WHODUNIT?

The French doors to the lounge were wide open. A cold wind entered the room, blowing in the curtains and sending papers flying from the table. They briefly flew in the air before settling on a form on the floor. A large form which enabled several pages to settle face up. A casual observer might struggle to interpret the characters on the pages but an informed observer, a musician would see that these were musical symbols. The papers were from a score - something about a large person, a giant.

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PC Pecksniffian put her head through the open doors and nervously looked around the room. She first noticed the papers that spread from the table, across the floor to a large mound in the corner. She also noticed the smell. Something like ... a jog at the the corner of her memory brought something to her. It was warm and bitter kind of like ... turmeric. It was turmeric and now she noticed the powder that decorated the furniture, the rugs and the floor. "What the?" she thought before spreading the curtains wide to let more light in. It was then that she was able to make out what the shape in the corner of the room was.

PC Pecksniffian reached for her Airwave radio and pressed the call button. "PC 31, I think we've got a dirty one" she said to the controller. "It looks a lot like that other one last week at Moera, you know, the one with the guy found at the bottom of the fish tank. The same smell - turmeric was there as well".

Pecsniffian decided to enter after she'd asked the controller to send a forensics team, an incident team and an ambulance. She was careful not to touch surfaces but knew that it wasn't the best protocol to go into the room but .... something bothered her. Beneath the pungent bitterness of the turmeric was something else - a burnt smell, a bit like eggs. "Eggs and turmeric" she mused "what was the connection?" It was then that it hit her. Sulphur, brimstone really. Fire and brimstone.