Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Pass the wine...

Case #1538-B

(Not an actual case #) (Names have been changed to protect the dead).

It was late, Samantha had a long, rough day at work. Her boss had been down her throat about finishing her project on time, she left in a hurry, only to come home to an ungrateful husband and 2 unruly children. She longed for the time when the kids would be fast asleep and her husband would be passed out on the recliner with a half empty bottle of scotch on the nightstand beside him.

Samantha climbed into the bathtub, candles flickering around her, water just about to slosh over the edges and onto the white tile floor. Glass of red wine in hand, hair pulled back, but wisps falling down into the bath water, she turns quick bursts of hot water on and off with her big toe. She sinks under the water and tries to empty all the thoughts racing through her head. She comes up for a breath of air, completely relaxed.

Once Samantha's glass was empty, she knew it was time to get out and get ready for bed. She steps out of the tub, dries off, slips on a red silk robe and grabs her glass. She pours herself another drink. She goes onto the balcony of their master bedroom on the second floor. Wind blowing in her wet hair, she leans on the railing and drinks her wine. 

Sounds like a relaxing evening doesn't it? Well, by the time I arrive, Samantha is laying on her back, robe untied, half in a bush and half on the pavement, the smallest amount of blood is coming dried under her nose. 

This is where things got interesting. According to some, there was a fight between Samantha and her husband. The fact that she was lying on her back did make sense if she was pushed over the balcony. I mean who jumps to their death backwards? And who tries to kill themselves on a 2nd story? The success rate seems rather low. 

Others say that Samantha simply had too much to drink, slipped and went over the railing...I'm no detective, but it seems questionable to me. 

Either way, if you're jumping off a balcony, aim for the shrubbery, because pavement isn't too forgiving on the skull. Talk about a splitting headache.  

1 comment:

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