I arrived at the little run down school chapel, and had a walk around the outside to see what I could see. Except for the yellow tape across the front and rear doors, the spray paint on the back side, and the gargoyle that looked like a fierce dragon, whose eyes seemed to follow you, the place was rather nondescript. I moved the yellow tape up, and ducked under it, entering the chapel.
It was nice to see that the local boys in blue had left the scene exactly as they had found it, minus the body, of course. This was a treat that I was not used too. Normally, these Neanderthals destroy more evidence than they collect, and my requests for them to be very careful usually go unheeded, but this was a case that they wanted to make sure nothing went wrong with, and I wasn’t sure why…yet. I know that magic has a way of working around certain religious cases, but this didn’t seem to be on of those cases, besides, the dead nun was still warm when we first arrived on the scene, which meant that she hadn’t been dead very long.
I studied the outline of where the body had been. It had been laying face-down, with both arms stretched above her head, about three feet from a pile of lego building blocks. The pile of blocks were scattered in a pattern that would indicate that the dead nun had been carrying them, and then thrown them forward as she fell forward to the ground. I looked at the outline again, and studied the rest of the positioning of the body. Her left leg had been outstretched, but the right one was bent. Nothing much more to tell about the outline, so back to the blocks I looked.
There was no tray, that they might have been carried on, and some of them were in larger masses of blocks joined together, indicating that she may have been carrying a compleated block model. I walked over to where the largest of the remaining clumps laid, and had a look. It was made out of blocks about 6cm by 3cm and had about 20 or so in the grouping. I studied this group for a moment, and turned it over in my hands, trying to make out what it could have possibly been. I glanced around at some of the other blocks scattered about and, for the first time, noticed that an overwhelming number of them were blue, as was also the case for the grouping in my hands. I look at this group again. It was mostly blue, with some red ones, in a vague oval shape, in the middle. In the very center of the red ones, was a single yellow one. Interesting.
I set the legos down and continued my search of the chapel. Facing the front, and to the right of where the body of the dead nun had been found, behind the candle rack, was something I never expected to find in a chapel, or anywhere else for that matter. This kind of discovery does nothing to help a case, on first examination, but, may sometimes prove to be the very thing that gets you to look in the direction of that which may help solve the case. It is one of those times where you let the karma start to work for you, because if you don’t, it could very well cost you your case, your profession, and perhaps sometimes, even your life.
Behind the candle rack, which was to the right of where the dead nun had been found, was a baby stroller filled with marshmallows. Not just any marshmallows, but the giant king-size marshmallows that you would want to take with you when you go camping. The kind that you just don’t see in the store anymore, not like those dinky ones that are supposed to be put into your hot chocolate. The stroller was nondescript, the kind you could find at any baby store, but those marshmallows could only have come from one place… the Fluffy Puffy Marshmallow company.
What in the world would a baby stroller full of Fluffy Puffy marshmallows be doing behind the candle rack, that was to the right of the dead nun, in a small school chapel? What would it be doing anywhere? These were questions that I needed answers to, if I was going to solve this. I took out my Polaroid camera that I always carried with me, for instances such as this, and clicked off a few pictures. Who knew how long the crime scene would remain in this untouched state? I wanted to make sure that I had the photos to look back on, in case there was something that I had overlooked.
I took a few more of the outside of the building, and climbed into my Volkswagen Bus, to head over to the Fluffy Puffy Marshmallow Company, hoping that at least a few answers would come out of it. If they didn’t, at least I will get to be out for awhile, and maybe make my head stop pounding. Nothing makes your head stop pounding like a ride in a bus, well except for my favourite snack of bananas and Cheetos, some of which would also do very well right about now.
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