Detective Jack: S1-02: A Pool and a Pop

“Detective, look round back.”

The blue shirt knew how to get my attention. A vague statement. A promise of a clue.

I found myself walking around the flimsy stucco siding, the murder scene could wait.

In the back was an urban oasis—some dead man’s American dream. Not just deferred, but now out of his hands.

And there it was. Footsteps. Bloody footsteps.

Delicate in size. They punctured the backyard’s irksome tranquility.

Where were they going? The pool house?

More importantly, whose footsteps were they? And whose blood?

And then I heard it, a car engine going off. Pop. Pop. A shitty engine at that.

I ran.