Pollack took one look at the mutilated face and turned on his heels. ‘Naylor! I told you he’s a savage!’
Carter caught him at the front door. ‘Not so fast, Sherlock. Unless you’ve got an infallible crystal ball we do this by the book.’
Pollack shrugged himself free. ‘I don’t need a crystal ball. It’s Naylor. He has motive, means, and it’s his MO.’
‘Or it was someone who wanted it to look like Naylor.’
‘It was Naylor.’
‘He’s a prime suspect, I agree, but I want a water-tight case not a hunch.’
‘Gut instinct. There’s a difference.’
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.