Detective Andrews polished his bottle-bottom glasses and crouched down to peer more closely at the corpse. It was lying face down on the tiled floor. He felt for a pulse, just to make sure. The body was cold and stiff. Rigor-mortis had already set in.
“A most heinous crime – and in such a public place!” he exclaimed. Reaching for his phone he speed dialed 2 for his forensics team.
“It’s a sculpture.”
“It’s not a corpse. It’s a sculpture.”
Feeling very foolish, Jake Andrews terminated his call, took his wife’s hand and hurried out of the museum.
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