Liutenant Carl Berro drummed his ancient metal desk with his pencil harder and harder until the tip broke off, bounced off the wall and landed for two points in the wastebasket nearby.
"Goddamn Ahorn! Four freakin' interceptions," Carl squeezed out from behind clenched teeth. "Ten point spread just gone ta shit! There goes my pride wrapped in a $100 bill." He then let out a sigh of acceptance, pushed away from his desk and leaned back in his chair just in time to see Virginia State Trooper, Phillip Cosk walk directly toward him with a strange look on his face.
"Hey....hey, Carl! What you still carryin' a piece for? Afraid someone's gonna steal your paper clip collection?" His tone was was shaky at best. May have been almost a year since he had worked a decent case, but it didn't take much for Carl to notice something had knocked Phillip Cosk's world off kilter.
"Old habits die hard, ya know," Carl looked inquisitively at the trooper standing glassy-eyed a few feet away, "be a shame to lose the perfectly worn groove in my left hip after all this time. Phil, why don't you sit down, you look tired."
"Okay, sure, okay." Phil grabbed the chair from the lobby and carried it over to Carl's desk. It slipped from his hands and dropped with a hard thud.
"Sorry about that"
"No worries Phil. What can I do ya for?"
"Got some bad news regarding George Colyear. Ruth Ann called, says he's gone missing again."
"Ah, hell, he must have fallen off the wagon, poor Ruthie."
"I wish Carl. We found something that that makes me think it was foul play."
"What's that Cosk?"
"Blood, Carl, lot's of blood...and a boot....ah...um.."
"Phil, Phil!" Carl waved his hand in front of the 23 year old rookie's face.
"We also found a dog's carcass, torn to shreds...I think it was a black lab." Phillip Cosk then quickly put his head between his legs and vomited.
"Goddamn Ahorn! Four freakin' interceptions," Carl squeezed out from behind clenched teeth. "Ten point spread just gone ta shit! There goes my pride wrapped in a $100 bill." He then let out a sigh of acceptance, pushed away from his desk and leaned back in his chair just in time to see Virginia State Trooper, Phillip Cosk walk directly toward him with a strange look on his face.
"Hey....hey, Carl! What you still carryin' a piece for? Afraid someone's gonna steal your paper clip collection?" His tone was was shaky at best. May have been almost a year since he had worked a decent case, but it didn't take much for Carl to notice something had knocked Phillip Cosk's world off kilter.
"Old habits die hard, ya know," Carl looked inquisitively at the trooper standing glassy-eyed a few feet away, "be a shame to lose the perfectly worn groove in my left hip after all this time. Phil, why don't you sit down, you look tired."
"Okay, sure, okay." Phil grabbed the chair from the lobby and carried it over to Carl's desk. It slipped from his hands and dropped with a hard thud.
"Sorry about that"
"No worries Phil. What can I do ya for?"
"Got some bad news regarding George Colyear. Ruth Ann called, says he's gone missing again."
"Ah, hell, he must have fallen off the wagon, poor Ruthie."
"I wish Carl. We found something that that makes me think it was foul play."
"What's that Cosk?"
"Blood, Carl, lot's of blood...and a boot....ah...um.."
"Phil, Phil!" Carl waved his hand in front of the 23 year old rookie's face.
"We also found a dog's carcass, torn to shreds...I think it was a black lab." Phillip Cosk then quickly put his head between his legs and vomited.
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