One of these hands belonged to a murderer.
Detective Michaels frowned, when he’d received the call he’d been surprised, well no he’d actually been completely astonished, for one didn’t often receive a call from a tree.
He’d thought he’d gone mad, but since they’d brought in the technology for sentient beings to be able to communicate, he should have expected it.
Anyway, the call had come and now here he was eyeing the suspects.
“One of you is guilty of murder.” He stated, pointing to the small sapling, crushed underfoot when the troop had stopped to pose for their photo.