Officer Doyle was already bored, now that the structural fire was put out. As usual, the EMT's were arguing with the Animal Control officers again about who had jurisdiction of the crime scene, as the Coroner sat in his van chain-smoking. At least there was a witness this time, and there was a cab driver who claimed to have seen the crime unfold who was too stupid to have fled the scene like most people would do. Officer Doyle hated this part of the job, but it was required.
"Okay Mister Rojas, lets go through your story again. So you said the "casa" was already on fire when you arrived?"
No, I think, no!" the taxi driver trembled nervously, "The cat, he was on fire, like WOOSH!" he pointed off to the distant treeline.
"Okay, but the house was already on fire when you got here?" Doyle asked for the 5th time.
"No, see... the loco lady cut door open con grande chasaw, then el gato goes woosh while casa making mucho fast flaming. Very fast people cooking fire!" the man added.
"Are you saying the lady set the fire when she got to this address?" he asked the witness while thinking about his dinner plans for later that night.
"NO!" the man abruptly shrieked, "The lady... she was loco- she talk only CRAZY! She keeps saying "Deek Deek Deek..." She runs in saying "Deek" with loss of chaysaw, y sawdust, y.. y... y pollos! Y flame.... Then WOOSH!" he pointed again to the distant treeline.
"Okay Mister Rojas, I think we have everything we need."
"Que pasa?" the man blinked back quizically, not comprehending.
"Thank you for your time." officer Doyle concluded his witness interview. He had seen this story all too many times before and was already bored by the details. A crazy lady with a chainsaw and chicken-wire sets fire to her house and husband as their cat runs off in flames. He hated cases such as this, which produced too much paperwork from the police which nobody would ever bother to read, later.
"What're you lookin' at?" he barked with annoyance, closing his folio case with a snap. The dog at the crime scene just continued staring back-- drooling and panting-- as it had done all afternoon. Doyle wondered then if all dogs look like they are smiling.