The Call

Of course, it didn't end there.

We got a call in that there was a fatality at the address. We made it out there in time to see the corpse get loaded on the bus. This could have been stopped. We tried, we really did. But there wasn't enough we could do.

The vic was stabbed seven times, and never had a chance. The offciers said once would have been enough, but the doer was in a fit of rage, and couldn't stop.

We let Professor G collect herself before we took her away. Maybe she'll get a good lawyer, get off light. She looked right at us, and said, "I told you I could take care of myself."

Damn, I hate ones like these.