“What do you make of this, Wiggins?”

“Swiss, Inspector? I only like a good book in English, meself, about golf or fishing while the missus and I have a nice cuppa in the evening-”

“Not what’s on the screen, Wiggins.”

“Well, he’s dead, innit he?”

“And?”

“Shot?”

“Why would you say that?”

“There’s a little hole in his head, Inspector, behind his right ear.”

“And what do you notice about the monitor?”

“Well, it says aggahahaggah over and over again or however you pronounce it-”

“Wiggins, you dolt. Unless it was a small-caliber bullet, a shot fired at that angle would’ve passed through the victim’s head and hit the monitor. Furthermore, the rapid beeping you hear-”

“I was going to ask about that, it’s making me head hurt-”

“-indicates the keyboard is still active. Blood from an exit wound would have shorted it. If you inspect closely, you’ll see there’s no powder residue or scorching at the wound.”

“So the gun we found in the garden…”

”...Is a red herring, Wiggins. We’re looking for an icepick.”