to form a putrid potpourri.
Sheriff Judd invades the scene, an old law dog quickly running out of tricks. Disappearances, break-ins, and now a murder, are raising too many questions in the community.
Katie is a hot topic on social network sites. Jessica and Krystal have taken it upon themselves to run a campaign for the missing waitress. Posts are up on Twitter, Facebook, Snapchat, you name it. Two sweet girls playing Scooby Doo have really gummed up the works for Judd.
The Kool Beans owner, Herbert, keeps coming down to the station, asking about a broken window. Judd took the money out of his own pocket to fit the bill. He told Herbert that he would help file the insurance claim and sent out a repairman, easy fix. However, the old hippie still wants justice. He wants to know why his premium didn't go up.
Yeah, it's been a rough week.
Bayside has always been famous for petty crime. Drugs, assault, domestic violence, theft, but never murder. Killing usually happens in less populated areas, where witnesses aren't popping up with stories. Bodies wind up in cabins, smokehouses, farms, places where things can be hidden, or at least altered to fit the needs of the public.
Kobe citizens want their news to be black in white. Small towns, even most big towns, don't consider a gray area when it comes to crime. People want proof, and quickly. After that, they want peace and quiet.
That's how it used to be, anyway.
Now everyone wants to play the hero. What they don't understand is sometimes a hero doesn't wear an 'S' on his chest and the right decision isn't always the best decision.
Detective Daniels, a thirty-year-old man with a clean shave and a prominent chin approaches Sheriff Judd. He's a thin guy with a bit of stubble on his face. Judd likes him, at least as much as he can like a square cop. His record is clean, no traffic tickets or citations, hell, he even helps old ladies across the street. Yeah, you could say Detective Daniels was alright in Judd's book.
"Hey, Sheriff."
"Mornin' Daniels. What's the word?" Judd takes a sip from his to-go cup of coffee.
"Worst I've ever seen." Officer Daniels leads Judd through the hallway, slowly, so he can absorb the scene. "The struggle began in this back bedroom." Officer Daniels motions towards Tina's body. "She was covered with a sheet after her head was chopped off."
"Clean off huh?"
"Not exactly clean," Daniels paces around the body. "It's more like he played tug of war until it popped off."
"Where's the head?" Judd asks.
"They sent it off to the lab for prints," Daniels says, "Did I mention there was a hatchet stuck through the skull?"
"Nope. That's a fuck ton of a detail to forget about. Or were you goin' for the element of surprise?"
"Element of surprise."
Judd puts his hand on Daniels' shoulder, "what else, hoss?"
"If you look here you can see that he smashed her body against the wall." Daniels points with a steel pen toward splatters of blood up and down the hallway. "He looks like he developed a rythymn as well."
"Like a goddamn rockstar, huh Daniels?"
"Just about," Daniels says.
"Then he put a sheet over 'er like she'd fuckin' disappear. What a moron. Killers today ain't got much gumption, that's for sure." He hands his to-go cup to a rookie officer and waves him thanks. "Why would he do that, I wonder. Was the head underneath the sheet
Sheriff Judd invades the scene, an old law dog quickly running out of tricks. Disappearances, break-ins, and now a murder, are raising too many questions in the community.
Katie is a hot topic on social network sites. Jessica and Krystal have taken it upon themselves to run a campaign for the missing waitress. Posts are up on Twitter, Facebook, Snapchat, you name it. Two sweet girls playing Scooby Doo have really gummed up the works for Judd.
The Kool Beans owner, Herbert, keeps coming down to the station, asking about a broken window. Judd took the money out of his own pocket to fit the bill. He told Herbert that he would help file the insurance claim and sent out a repairman, easy fix. However, the old hippie still wants justice. He wants to know why his premium didn't go up.
Yeah, it's been a rough week.
Bayside has always been famous for petty crime. Drugs, assault, domestic violence, theft, but never murder. Killing usually happens in less populated areas, where witnesses aren't popping up with stories. Bodies wind up in cabins, smokehouses, farms, places where things can be hidden, or at least altered to fit the needs of the public.
Kobe citizens want their news to be black in white. Small towns, even most big towns, don't consider a gray area when it comes to crime. People want proof, and quickly. After that, they want peace and quiet.
That's how it used to be, anyway.
Now everyone wants to play the hero. What they don't understand is sometimes a hero doesn't wear an 'S' on his chest and the right decision isn't always the best decision.
Detective Daniels, a thirty-year-old man with a clean shave and a prominent chin approaches Sheriff Judd. He's a thin guy with a bit of stubble on his face. Judd likes him, at least as much as he can like a square cop. His record is clean, no traffic tickets or citations, hell, he even helps old ladies across the street. Yeah, you could say Detective Daniels was alright in Judd's book.
"Hey, Sheriff."
"Mornin' Daniels. What's the word?" Judd takes a sip from his to-go cup of coffee.
"Worst I've ever seen." Officer Daniels leads Judd through the hallway, slowly, so he can absorb the scene. "The struggle began in this back bedroom." Officer Daniels motions towards Tina's body. "She was covered with a sheet after her head was chopped off."
"Clean off huh?"
"Not exactly clean," Daniels paces around the body. "It's more like he played tug of war until it popped off."
"Where's the head?" Judd asks.
"They sent it off to the lab for prints," Daniels says, "Did I mention there was a hatchet stuck through the skull?"
"Nope. That's a fuck ton of a detail to forget about. Or were you goin' for the element of surprise?"
"Element of surprise."
Judd puts his hand on Daniels' shoulder, "what else, hoss?"
"If you look here you can see that he smashed her body against the wall." Daniels points with a steel pen toward splatters of blood up and down the hallway. "He looks like he developed a rythymn as well."
"Like a goddamn rockstar, huh Daniels?"
"Just about," Daniels says.
"Then he put a sheet over 'er like she'd fuckin' disappear. What a moron. Killers today ain't got much gumption, that's for sure." He hands his to-go cup to a rookie officer and waves him thanks. "Why would he do that, I wonder. Was the head underneath the sheet
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