#nocontextwednesday

“What’s this?” the detective Buck Sanderson asked, pointing to a pile of bagged items on his desk. “Clues,” his partner, Iggy, said. “A dirty sock. Bits of an eraser. A fresh apple.” “A fresh apple,” Buck responded. “How fresh?” “Well, look at it. I could bite right into it now.” Iggy picked up the fruit. “It’s still cold in my hand.” Buck stared at him. “That’s evidence,” he said. “What the hell kind of partner are you? I’m surprised we solve any crimes in this outfit.” Iggy shrugged. “Ah well,” he said. And bit the apple.