Shark's Tooth



Sunrise at the beach was beautiful, but the dead body wasn’t.  “Funny,” said Detective Terry. “Funny how a hot young girl dead looks even worse than an old fart washed up on the shore.”

“Incongruent,” said Detective Blackbeard.  “Reminds us of our mortality.  A symbol of life, dead.”

“Yeah, you say so.  Still, young girl with a body like that, in a bathing suit like that, all I’m saying is it should make you feel something other than just another sad job.”

“Incongruent.”

They had to park all the way up in the parking lot at Margaritaville and walk in; the lieutenant and patrol officers on the scene had roped off a solid block around Pier Park to keep the tourists and the press away.  Particularly the press.  Dead bodies on the beach weren’t good for tourists.  Terry looked at the body, both of them standing back and taking a long last look before they turned the scene over to the techs.

“Forty-seven minutes.”





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