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What's the Frequency Kenneth? by Todd Brown
The investigating officer already knew a lot.
For example, he knew the victim had mass, but no energy. On the subject of mass, the Detective knew that the victim was a mass of contradictions.
He knew he’d been fat and extravagant, but that he liked Hemingway. He knew he’d been meticulous in his work as an auditor for the City, but that he had to be reminded constantly to tuck in his shirttails.
He knew that he’d once pursued a woman who lived in his building with such vigor that the local constable called upon him one afternoon to remind him of the pertinent harassment statues. This despite the fact that he turned out to be gay.
And he knew that while the victim was known to him, and to all the Detectives of Homicide because he’d just submitted a damming review of the efficacy of the unit, he had precious little that would help him solve the crime.
In fact, he knew now looking at the scene before him that even in death Kenneth MacDonald had been consistently inconsistent to the very end, as could readily be seen by those, including Detective James Ivory, who stood before the bloodied body, sprawled on the ground under the City’s new Peace Arch, a surprisingly thin and disciplined blood trail running from his mouth, down the monument’s slight decline where the head rested, and into a dark red pool in a shape that resembled the outline of the continental United States.
Todd Brown is from Lower Sackville, NS