Detective Jack: S2-02: A Clue

I started pacing through the 500 square feet that was Donny’s Donuts Wilshire. That’s when I saw it.

A singular donut. Plated. At the counter. Ready to be eaten.

The uniformed officers told me it was there when they arrived on the scene.

I was confused. These academy-fresh officers must be mistaken.

“But weren’t they closed?”

The officers stood looking at me, mumbling amongst themselves like a gaggle of preschoolers, embarrassed for not knowing how to tie their shoes.

The pink glazed donut. A clue. Outside the store, the teenage clerk who had stumbled across Donny’s body was being held. I walked up to him and dragged him back inside by the ears (like my mother used to). “What is this?”

“Sir, it’s a donut.”

“Shut up, kid. You know what I mean.”

The pimpled boy stared back at me, “It’s plain flavored?”

I stood, exhausted. They don’t pay me enough for this. This donut was clearly brought here. Either by Donald or the murderer.

My vote? The murderer.

And that’s when I had an idea.