The seasoned detective had seen so many cases like the one he was investigating.
He went through all of the rooms slowly. He found bank statements, photo albums, medical certificates, letters and a diary. When he got back to the station he went straight to his desk to finish up the paperwork.
A fellow officer asked, “How’d it go?”
The detective sighed. “A young girl in her early twenties, found dead in her flat, along with three sleeping pill bottles, all empty, of course.”
“Suicide then?”
“Yes, but there’s more to it than that if you read between the lines.”
“Such as?”
“Well, I went through her flat and found signs of constant poverty, foolhardy aspirations, uncaring parents, body image frustration, lack of friends, loss of self-worth, car licence cancelation, economic discombobulation, and an ongoing pest infestation.”
The other sighed back, and said, “Gotcha.”
