The crime scene was busy with the forensics people.
“What have we got sergeant?”
“The body of Tommy Tucker, the singer, sir. He was discovered by Bo Peep, the shepherdess. She was looking for lost sheep, apparently.”
“Fingerprints?”
“Yes, sir. Looks like the same serial killer. We’ve got another match with Goldilocks”
“Another one! She’s currently a prime suspect in three other cases.”
“That’s right, sir. First, there was Jack Horner, after eating a poisoned plum. Then there was old Mother Hubbard, hit with an empty food container, her dog has been taken to the pound. The third case was Miss Muffat, another case of poison mixed in with her curds and whey.”
“Have they caught her yet?”
“Not that I’ve heard, sir. Not since she was seen coming out of the house owned by the three bears. As you know, she ate their porridge, sat in their chairs and slept in their beds. When she saw them coming, she ran off.”
“Strange, considering the girl’s on a killing spree, that the bears came to no harm.”
“Yes. I thought that too, sir. Although, I have heard that when the officers questioned her mother, they were told that her daughter happens to be very fond of bears. She has quite a collection apparently.”
“Thank you, sergeant, keep me updated.”