Two for the ghost, nil for his foes.

Officer Chong! give me the breakdown of what I’m looking at?

Seems to be a crime of passion. The suspect left no obvious clues. That puddle is where he cried the never evaporating tears.

Not to be sensitive Chong! How do you know it’s a he? Do you mean the perpetrator of the crime is a he or the victim is a he? Your points are not so specific.

Who said the victim and pep... are not one the same. One thing I’ve learnt from experience is that you can’t always trust what you’re looking at. A hunch can tell you everything and the same time tell you nothing. Anyways you’re the detective, they don’t pay me enough to do your job. I got a kid to worry about. This is not my problem.

Isn’t that a classic excuse. You could be a detective anytime soon.

Ha! You almost had me there detective, almost. (He keeps laughing)

I don’t get it, what’s so funny?

Sir! I’ve been a cop before you started wearing diapers. No offense, ain’t that a little too late. I mean... Yeah!

You’re just been modest. I know if you wanted my job you would have gotten it.

Yeah! Yeah! Smell me later kid! The crime scene is all yours.

Hmmm! No observable clues, a puddle of never evaporating tears. If I’m right, shouldn’t I take a sample back to the lab for further analysis. Shoot! I bet I just cracked the case. (He leans forward to take a swab of the puddle. Observes something strange, wait! If this is a crime scene where is the body? (looks sideways) What the... What the... so what was I looking at... when officer Ch... Where is my crime scene?