“Detective Harrison, how can I help you?” Paul Harrison asked irritably, annoyed by the interruption of the phone call.

“I need a homicide detective.”

He smiled when he recognized his wife’s voice.

“Why, Kate, you insatiable slut. Wasn’t last night enough? I can only do so much,” he said slowly.

“No, really, Paul. I need a homicide detective,” she replied.

He heard the serious tone in her voice and sat up a little straighter. “What’s going on?”

“The guys working on the new fence just found a body.”

He was silent for a moment. Then, “Be there in ten.”

“Okay everyone, listen up. You’re all invited to my house,” he said to the other detectives in the room. “Turns out I have a body in my backyard.”

The other detectives all looked up at the same time, including his Captain, Ed Silverman.

“I wouldn’t miss this for nothing.” Ed grabbed his jacket and followed Harrison out of the station. He was joined by Roger and Kelly, the two other detectives in the office.

“We’re right behind you, Captain,” Roger said.

When the four of them converged on the Harrison’s backyard, they found Kate at the rear of the property, wrapping crepe paper streamers around branches stuck in the dirt.

“Kate, what are you doing?” her husband asked, looking at her handiwork.

“Securing the crime scene.”

“It looks lik