Bobo got out of the car and winced at the sound of shrill female voices singing a hymn. The murder wasn’t the only killing going on around here. That hymn was being massacred.
“This is Detective Chimp, Father,” the cop said. “We called in the best to get to the bottom of things.”
The priest looked at Bobo like he had two heads. “Oh. I see.”
Bobo scowled. Ignorant humans. They always looked at him like that … until he solved their unsolvable crimes.
Bobo squinted at the crime scene. Humans weren’t good at details. They were always missing something. Like that glint of metal over in the grass …
Bobo pulled out his tweezers and picked it up. A signet ring. The seal of the church. Covered with blood. The priest’s name engraved inside. Bobo looked back at the priest, at the tell-tale band of pale skin on a finger. He dropped the ring into a baggie. They always made it so easy, never gave him much of a chase.
“Did you lose something, Father?” Bobo asked, holding up the baggie.
The priest sputtered. The cop pulled out his handcuffs. Bobo gave a self-satisfied smirk and lit a cigarette.