The Sergeant's deadline is tonight. An offer to get in contact with people you know, yet also a threat. Given how fed up he was, it's unlikely he's joking about the kind of cruelty he's willing to go through for the sake of getting what he wants.
That's why it may not be so surprising that, early in Friday morning, there's this air of tension, despite the bright sun in the sky. It doesn't help that a firetruck and a couple patrolcars race through the streets, passing in front of the motel and going west. The reason why is clear after a single glance:
There's a thick column of black smoke emanating from somewhere inside the Junkyard.
[An attempt at cleaning up the junkyard? But... let's look at this different knife before she decides anything. Is it easy to tell at a glance, or shall she fish it out?]
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It's the one with blood on it]
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Aah! Does someone want to get this? I ... I think it might be the murder weapon...
[Is it still rusty, though?]
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Umm... yes, thank you...
[Well now that it's in his hand, let's check it out! Where's the blood on this knife? Just all over?]
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[It's kinda gross.]
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I can just hop back into the shower later.
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He's open for company. Just remind him he's touched blood before he rubs the back of his head or something. ]no subject
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and is that REALLY an invitation!!they are going to trial after this, she's pretty sure....]no subject
[ Wow. Now he'll... have to think about it for a moment. ]
Hey, can you take off my cape? There's chain in the front.
[ You know the one over his dude cleavage. They need to figure out the rest of the knives. ]
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[Not that she won't check out the dude cleavage. He's also pretty damn tall so she has to stand on her tip toes to reach.]
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[ He doesn't want anyone else getting poked with rusted knives ]
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[Trash can seems pretty easy to tell people not to touch. I mean, it's a trash can.]
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