Write a Book in a Day 2017

Leo and Zach discussed what exactly they were supposed to be doing, as neither of them had any idea of how to complete the opposites job. The conversation was stunted and awkward but they managed. When they had basic knowledge of what to do, they split off to find the equipment and set off to work. With a new found respect for Zach and his work, Leo had gained a sense of trepidation of the job ahead. The immense pressure of finding a killer, and not messing up was beginning to weigh on his mind but it couldn't possibly be worse than his own job. Not going to happen. High School science was such a long time ago, he could barely remember the necessities. Luckily, Leo had watched many crime shows including Bones, NCIS and many more. He was a cop show fanatic. Although he knew they were only partially truthful, it was a starting point. One that he was sorely lacking before-hand. Hopefully more was truth than lies, however unlikely it seemed. As he walked into the stable, the smell of the dead horse overwhelmed him. It sent him stumbling backwards, only just avoiding the need to throw up. He regained control of his body and tried to go in a second time, this time with his hand covering his mouth and nose, he made it inside to take a closer look of the late horse. The sight he was faced with was a lot to take in. Almost too much. Reminding himself that he had a job to complete, he continued on to examine the body. When he walked around to what he believed was the source of it of all the blood pooling around the body, he found a stab wound. "So, there has to be a knife, or something, right?" He said to himself. Talking to oneself is the first sign of madness. But then again, who doesn’t talk to oneself? Looking around, Leo decided that his next point of call would have to be to try and find where the knife was, if it was, in fact, still here. Which it might not be. The killer may have taken it with him. "Where could it be?" There was almost nowhere that something like that could be hidden here. It was a simple stable. Pretty, but simple. It had long lines of stalls, tack, Zach's stuff and extra paraphernalia that was hung across the walls. The only place that could potentially hide something inside would be the hay. But the knife would probably be covered in blood. As would the killer. Not that that matters right now. "Not inside the stable then." Leo decided that the next logical step would be to find where the murderer could have escaped from. It should be the closest exit. That would make sense. But where did they go? Have they even left? Are they still here? The idea that the murderer could still be here has clawed its way inside Leo's head creating fear until he dismissed it and continued with his assigned job. "This job is possibly harder than I originally thought," Leo conceded, "Give credit where it's due, I suppose."