The body was frozen solid, making it nearly impossible to move. Why the old man had decided to off himself with all the windows open in the middle of January was a mystery to me.
My partner and I looked for clues while the team from the coroner’s office struggled to lift the corpse into the body bag.
“Sir?” one of them called out to me, waving a sheet of paper with his gloved hand. I took it from him and quickly scanned the neatly handwritten page.
My jaw dropped as I read the words, ‘the rest of the bodies are buried in the apple orchard.’ We had just found the murderer we’d been searching for all these years. The man, who for the last decade had been known as the ‘cider-house killer’ had been hiding right under our noses all this time.
I cursed under my breath as I showed the confession to my partner. “Son of a bitch!” he exclaimed, as the coroner’s men finally managed to zip closed the body bag on the remains of the chief of police.