“That was the first thing we noticed,” Dalmatia said. “The copy-machine was broken.”
“The cover-glass was cracked. And when we opened the front cover, we found a photocopy of someone’s bum jammed in the fuser.”
“That would have been before you found Fred’s body.”
“Yes. He was hidden behind the coffee cart. We didn’t find him until mid-morning. Everyone thought at first it was odd that he hadn’t come in. Then … the look on his face. Horrible.”
“I understand,” Lieutenant VanDelven said, writing in his notebook. “Do you have any idea whose butt it is?”
“No. Not really. We thought at first that it might be Fred’s — he was always such a joker. And the phone directory on his desk was open to ‘Xerox Repair.’ But then … Sandy noticed that the butt was … female.”
“I see,” VanDelven said. He looked around the office. No less than fifteen females were within easy view. His next question would need to be asked very tactfully….