Meat Is Murder

This originally appeared at The Irresponsible Reader.
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WHAT'S MEAT IS MURDER ABOUT?

Really, as with most of the investigation, he didn't know what he was doing here. He was hoping that something would appear at his feet, or become luminous like in a video game, but he knew that wasn't going to happen, so he got busy.

‘Like I say, I don't want to speak ill of the dead. All I'll say is that he wasn't well liked.'

‘By who?'

‘By most of the group...'

The feeling of pride he'd had at solving those cases had spurred him on to do something with his life. That something had turned out to be a garden maintenance business. It had started small; just him, his car, a lawnmower and a rickety trailer he'd managed to salvage from the dump.

Now, here he was, unloading tools from a van with his name and company logo on the side.

Sherlock

MEAT IS MURDER

‘I don't think I could handle any more excitement,' Adam said.

‘I don't think Stonebridge has any more to throw at us.'

‘You say that, but...

Meat is Murder