Is There a Bottom?

Bumble and Wise found the crime scene, or did they? 300-word flash

Is There a Bottom?

Inspector Bumble and Officer Wise stood beside each other looking at the scene of the crime. Bumble turned to Wise and said: “We need to get to the bottom of this.”
“If there is one.”
“Everything has a bottom,” Bumble insisted.
“I hate to remind you sir; this is a bog. How do we know it’s a crime scene?”
“Evidence Wise, evidence.”

“Where?” the officer asked, looking around.
“A short length of rope, a crushed ciggie pack…”
“Isn’t that your brand, sir?”
Bumble squatted down and looked closer.
“Why so it is! I’ll make a note of that,” the Inspector said as he reached into his lower right-hand pocket.
“The bottom of my pocket is ripped right open!”
“So is the rope yours too?”
Bumble reddened. “I think so, it broke of one of my son’s toys and I wanted to get another piece of the same rope to replace it.”
“So, this may not be the crime scene after all?”

“I think the best idea would be to call in the Crime Scene Unit.”
“Agreed, sir!”
Wise called the station on his cell while Bumble picked up what had fallen out of his torn pocket. Then he and Wise stepped carefully away from the crime scene or not, to find a seat in the squad car.
“Gum, sir?” asked Wise when they were seated again.
“No thank you, lad. Can’t stand the stuff. Sticks to my dentures, it does.”
Wise nodded and took a stick for himself. He stopped with the gum halfway to his mouth. As far as he knew, old Bumble had a full set of his own teeth.
He quietly pulled out his night stick and swung it at the imposter’s head. Knocked him out in one blow, Wise called for backup.