“My dear young lady, crime, like death, is not confined to the old and withered alone. The youngest and fairest are too often its chosen victims.”
Oliver Twist by Charles Dickens
We gathered around our Mancunian ‘lecturer’ for Forensic Anthropology.
“Skeletal analysis is all about 4 things: Sex, age, stature and cause of death,” she counted down with her fingers.
“Let’s begin with the golden rule – ‘Sex before maths’! Come on detectives, you heard what I said. Use your noggin, do some loggin’. ”
Some of us turned to each other and sniggered, but quickly scrambled for our notes. Continue reading A Night at the Museum
“Hattie sat up straight and had a sip of her tea. She sighed. This is what stoeps are for. Drinking tea, and sighing and looking out at the veld. But Hattie was still looking inside her cup.”
Recipes for Love and Murder: A Tannie Maria Mystery by Sally Andrew
Next to her she could hear the soft snores of her husband. She glanced at the alarm clock, slowly eased out of bed and padded over to the bedroom door.
The house was still.
In the lounge she pulled the curtain aside to reveal a bright blue sky, the sun peeking out from behind just one small grey cloud. They had predicted rain for today, but the early morning sun certainly told a different story. Continue reading 16 June 2016: A sunny start, but heavy clouds and rain predicted