Of course, that's one of the best parts of homicide TV shows: the way they figure out the whole story with just a few clues. So when I glanced over and had that thought, I started to seriously wonder about the stuff in my purse. How much of it would be useful? And how much of it is just pointless crap?
What could a detective learn from the stuff I lug around? Assuming that it was left in my purse next to my torched body. (Yeah, we're imagining the murderer burned my corpse: 1. Because that's what happened on a recent Law & Order I watched. And 2. Because I plan to be cremated anyway; Don't want people gawking and whispering about how lifelike I look!)
* Wallet-- That has my ID, so I wouldn't be a Jane Doe. It also has my credit cards whose records would show that I mainly buy groceries and books. (Probably not that helpful)
* Theatre ticket stubs -- These could help establish my whereabouts! Although, the fact that they are a few months old makes them pretty worthless.
* Block of quartz countertop --Weird? Kinda.
* Unopened pack of guitar picks -- These might show I'd been to a music store. If the first cop on the scene didn't swipe them, which could happen because they are an awesome shade of purple.
* Epi-pen kit -- Well, if I was missing maybe it would spur the search, since (hopefully) they'd want to find me before I died of a stupid allergic reaction. But since I'm already dead, eh.
* Granola bar -- Aha! A red herring! I was carrying that for someone else-- which the cops might never guess. Okay, that doesn't really matter, but it would be a secret I could take to my grave. And who doesn't want a few of those?
* Scribbled pages of story notes -- Probably wouldn't make much sense to the cops. In fact, the snippets of conversations and random ideas might just convince them that I was suffering from schizophrenia.
Hmm... I think it's time to clean out my purse.
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