Bi Barrister

Question how there is no blood trail if the body was dragged from the door to the dumpster.

HOLD IT

If Mr. Hatchett Dragged Ms. Rolle as you say he did, how did he not disturb the Pristine Loaf Of Bread shown in this photograph?

"S-So, according to you, my client dragged Rolle's body along... the ground? Is that right?"

"Yeah. Obviously.

"Then- this is really weird- how would you explain the lack of blood smeared on the alleyway floor? I mean, if she had just been shot she'd be absolutely bursting with blood, like that nasty calzone I had. It'd get everywhere."

"Well, uh-"

"And on top of that, he avoided that loaf of bread?

"He must've done something, you know, like, uh-"





With deRecolte raising her voice again, you feel like you are stumbling back off the railing of a dam. No one around to grasp at your hand.

"Perhaps the detective should be dragged away himself. To say the body was dragged is a vile mistake; he ought to have said he was carried over Hatchett's shoulder. I'm deeply disappointed you didn't occur to you."

"R-right, Ms. deRecolte..."

Detective Shade slumps over like a plastic bag. You recall the words of your now-deceased coworker in this time. "Nowhere bruises worse on the body than the ego."

deRecolte's explanation strikes doesn't strike you as implausible. Hatchett is quite a fit man, and could likely hoist a body over his shoulder if he needed to. Of course, there may be other complications to the theory.

It might be worth asking when the body was first discovered and if there were any obstructions that had prevented trash pickup in the days previous.

"I'd like to ask about the state of the dumpster..."

"We gotta focus on trash right now? This whole trial is trash. Am I right?"

"At the time that you discovered the body, how much garbage had been collected in it? Like, percentage wise."

"Well, why don't you have a little looksie for yourself, newbie?"



At this cue, the bailiff wheels the dumpster in question into the center of the courtroom.

It's a tight squeeze, but the DUMPSTER is added to your MANIFEST OF JUSTICE.

You give it a cursory look. It is indeed quite full! No wonder the body was left hanging out like that. Some sort of bile fills up in your throat. A BILE OF JUSTICE. There's nothing else your body can bring itself to do but shout...





"So you claim that, after being killed at 5:00, the body was thrown into this dumpster, which the court can now see was filled with trash already. But that should be impossible... because the dumpster testified itself that trash pickups are at 4:30, 30 minutes before the murder! This dumpster should've been emptied!"



The detective looks pale at this CONTRADICTION in the facts! The court, like most people, holds a deep respect for the exacting labor of sanitation workers, and could hardly begin to imagine them being derelict in their duties. So, you are presenting an IMPOSSIBLE SITUATION!



As everyone else panics, deRecolte admits only a coy smirk, saying nothing.

The judge demands an explanation! Well, it seems like the onus is on you to bring this contradiction somewhere!