What happened.....
I'm gone for one day because of finals and I come back to not knowing what happened. Well this is what usually happens anyway. Oh well vote incoming.
No sooner than I had shut the locker of some unlucky soul who happened to pick the wrong day to jaywalk, the phone on my desk started ringing. I answered and was met with the familiar voice of the police commissioner, informing me that I was to investigate a recent "vehicular assault" of sorts. When I arrived at the scrapyard, it was apparant that he wasn't wrong. In a bloody cube of mangled metal and shattered glass was a collection of pulp that once was a person. I knew all too well that it would be the first of many killings and my work was going to become a lot more complicated. With my bag at my side I knelt beside the cubic sarcophagus, prepared to collect samples. I resented the extraction that was about to follow, though I suppose I couldn't complain. If there was any town more fit for my profession than Murderville, it wasn't coming to mind...
*cough* @Mortis I know I'm being a bit pedantic, but shouldn't it be vehicular manslaughter instead of assault, you know since the dude's dead? *cough*
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