You wake to the heat breaking in the morning. It's
actually morning, bright. Sunny. Probably all of you are pleased to have gotten through the night with sleep, or at least with no sudden gunshots and impromptu investigation.
Cherish that brief bliss. Enjoy your morning routine, as long as it's in the motel. Once you
leave the motel, you see, it's obvious something awful's happened again.
Someone has taken the Sergeant's bait.
Because, right outside the very door of the building you sleep in,
there's a broken body to greet you.
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Also, how big were the cutters? The small kind or the 18-inch kind?]
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And once that's done, she'll get back up and walk around the rest of the roof to see if anything else is off.]
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