48 Weeks

 In a TV series called 48 Hours, American detectives set about trying to solve murders, or at least get leads, within a 48 hour window.

It's hard, patient slog. Interviewing potential 

witnesses, using science and technology, piecing the evidence together, following leads. I admire their persistence, dogged determination and work ethic. No nuclear physics or magic there.

Imagine a similar series in South Africa. 48 Weeks would be a good working title.

Week1

We meet detectives Tom, Dick and Harry hard at work. Picking their way through the pieces, they finally lay bare the bones of the KFC meal. 

'My ten years of experience tell me that there's a strong possibility of foul play."

 

Sergeant Dick lays out the 200 semi-automatic shells on the table.

"Clearly the shooter or shooters were SANDF - trained."

Detectives Tom and Harry raise quizzical eyebrows.

"200 Shots. Not one hits the target. The man died of a heart attack."

Week 13

We find the detectives working methodically at a Nandos meal. 

"Any progress, guys?"

"Yes. Our stolen vehicle's been found. Just the docket missing."

Week 26

"What have we got, guys?"

"A mutton bunny from Gora's."

"No, on the case "

" No-one's come forward to confess yet. Our only witness has moved to Zimbabwe. Harry's out on the decuplet case."

Week 36

Still working doggedly, our detectives have unravelled the mystery of what's at the bottom of the tightly stuffed kotas.

"Good news. We got the ballistics report. It was a semi-automatic. Only a few thousand in the country. The docket turned up in a bin. Just needs some cleaning up. Any luck with the decuplets, Harry?"

Shake of the head. 

Week 48

"Don't give up lads. Something will come up. The good news is that I'm off on leave tomorrow. Hang in there. Pass the chips."