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Leo and Zach discussed what exactly they were supposed to be doing, as neither of them
had any idea of how to complete the opposites job. The conversation was stunted and
awkward
but they managed. When they had basic knowledge of what to do, they split off to find the
equipment and set off to work.
With a new found respect for Zach and his work, Leo had gained a sense of trepidation of
the job ahead. The immense pressure of finding a killer, and not messing up was beginning to
weigh on his mind but it couldn't possibly be worse than his own job. Not going to happen. High
School science was such a long time ago, he could barely remember the necessities. Luckily, Leo
had watched many crime shows including Bones, NCIS and many more. He was a cop show
fanatic. Although he knew they were only partially truthful, it was a starting point. One that he
was sorely lacking before-hand. Hopefully more was truth than lies, however unlikely it seemed.
As he walked into the stable, the smell of the dead horse overwhelmed him. It sent him
stumbling backwards, only just avoiding the need to throw up. He regained control of his body
and tried to go in a second time, this time with his hand covering his mouth and nose, he made it
inside to take a closer look of the late horse.
The sight he was faced with was a lot to take in. Almost too much. Reminding himself
that he had a job to complete, he continued on to examine the body. When he walked around to
what he believed was the source of it of all the blood pooling around the body, he found a stab
wound.
"So, there has to be a knife, or something, right?" He said to himself. Talking to oneself
is the first sign of madness. But then again, who doesn’t talk to oneself?
Looking around, Leo decided that his next point of call would have to be to try and find
where the knife was, if it was, in fact, still here. Which it might not be. The killer may have taken
it with him.
"Where could it be?" There was almost nowhere that something like that could be hidden
here. It was a simple stable. Pretty, but simple. It had long lines of stalls, tack, Zach's stuff and
extra paraphernalia that was hung across the walls. The only place that could potentially hide
something inside would be the hay. But the knife would probably be covered in blood. As would
the killer. Not that that matters right now.
"Not inside the stable then." Leo decided that the next logical step would be to find where
the murderer could have escaped from. It should be the closest exit. That would make sense. But
where did they go? Have they even left? Are they still here? The idea that the murderer could
still be here has clawed its way inside Leo's head creating fear until he dismissed it and
continued with his assigned job.
"This job is possibly harder than I originally thought," Leo conceded, "Give credit where
it's due, I suppose."