Free Standing Shelving

is this a good start for my book?

The corpse lay on the bed. Its neck at a crooked angle. The air in the room was pungent and one of the forensic scientists had thankfully opened a window. The body wasn’t discovered for a week before one of the neighbours (the house being a terrace) understandably complained of something having gone off. The flies still buzzed excitedly around the room. I took my notebook to take notes from the sergeant next to me. “Male. Thirty two years of age. Lives alone. Strangulation has been denoted as cause of death, for obvious reasons. No sign of forced entry or struggle to have taken place. For all we know he’s done this to himself.” The sergeant gave a grunt of contempt at this suggestion. I dismissed the sergeant and looked around. The rooms in the house looked perfectly in order. The clothes hung in the wardrobe uniformly. His wallet lay on his bedside table covered in a thin layer of dust, with a fly in a glass of water alongside this, long since dead. In the living room, the books on the shelve on the far side of the room was covered in a thick layer of dust, as well as the knick knacks dotted around the room, suggesting they hadn’t been moved for more than a week, unlike the wallet. The keys to the house which belonged to both the front and back door lay in a heap on the counter in the kitchen. The garden looked wild with weeds and nettles which grew high on the sides of the fence, indicating no possibly entry through the garden. I walked through the living room to get to the front door. The door was made of cheap plastic, which made it easy for the police to gain access to the terrace. Outside, I could see all the houses were in close proximity of each other, from the side of houses I was standing, to across the narrow road to the houses opposite. One of the policemen was interviewing the women who complained of the aroma. “Well he was a quiet sort of person who kept himself to himself. He stayed in most days. It didn’t seem unusual to me that I didn’t see him for a week, nor my husband.” “Do you know if he had any family, friends, that sort of thing?” “No. He didn’t open up to anybody on the street, even when he first moved here” “How long approximately was that, would you say?” “Well, it must have been two years ago now at least” “Do you remember seeing or hearing anything unusual on the night in question?” “No. not at all. Is that all the questions?” “Yes. That’s all the questions. Thank you.” The interviewee look slightly hesitant and then walked quickly back to her house next door.

Public Comments

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2. Hm. Looks nice so far. You can separate the paragraphs a little more, though. And get rid of the parenthesis. They're sorta distracting.
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