Challenge The Proud

Twittercide

"Block me Tony... so I know It's real." - Challenge No.26

WAKING UP after a night of rough sex, booze and weed abuse wasn't fun. Waking up after all that and going straight to a crime scene at the outskirts of the city was a nightmare. Such a horrible nightmare, in fact, that Detective Hank Groves felt the need to tweet all about it. Unfortunately, he couldn't mention the female body that had been found beside the highway, in the shadow of a thirty-five feet billboard.

"Hey, Stan! How's the wife?" Hank greeted the officer on the scene.

"I'm not married," the young officer replied uneasy.

"Good stuff!"Hank winked with a finger gun click in the policeman's direction as he approached the body.

His partner was already there taking a closer look at the woman sprawled all over the gravel.

"Hey, Nick. How's the wife?"

"I don't know.I was too busy fucking yours." Good old Nick. Always the cheery one.

Hank lit up a cigarette and scratched his head, holding back a yawn. His weary eyes looked over the victim. Her face was froze in an odd grimace, with an empty blue gaze staring into nowhere through the blond locks of hair covering her cheeks. She seemed familiar but he couldn't quite place her. The red dress and stilettos looked classy but she wore no jewelry. Her legs were smooth and long, a birthmark spotting her right thigh. That also rang a bell to Hank, yet still he couldn't quite remember where he'd seen her before.

"Coroner's here," Nick announced and stepped away from the body.

But Hank approached ignoring his partner. Squatting down, her face was but a few inches away and he finally recognized her lips, the button nose and her tall forehead.

"The fuck..."He took out his phone and began to scroll through his Twitter timeline.

"Forgot to update your status to complicated shithead?" Nick asked with a grin.

"That's Facebook, you asshole. And I think I knew the victim." Hank gave the coroner some space and joined his skeptic partner. "Fuck. She was my TC," Hank uttered under his breath and then glanced at the victim before looking back at his phone where he had opened Jane's last posted selfie on Twitter. "CuteAssSweetness."

"Excuse me?"the coroner blinked at Hank placing a hand on her waist.

"Not you, cutie.It's the victim's Twitter handle."

The coroner raised her brows staring Hank down for a moment, before she shook her head and got back to examining the body.

"So you were friends?" Nick asked a little more serious.

"Yeah. As much as anyone can be friends with a complete stranger on Twitter," Hank shrugged and lowered his phone looking back at Jane's lifeless body.

"What the fuck does that mean?"

"It means I didn't really know her. I just liked her tweets... And we may have exchanged a few sexy DMs at some point."

"What the fuck does that mean?"

"It means our victim here was a hot woman on Twitter."

"I think she's a jumper," the coroner cut in.

"Where the heck would-" Hank looked up and realized what the coroner was saying.Jane might have jumped from the top of the billboard.

"Oh, that's fucked up," Hank grunted.

The ad on the billboard featured Jane in a red dress, winking playfully. Nick and the coroner also connected the dots.

"Wow. Suicide jumping from your own face," Nick observed.