on the spot.He couldn’t fucking wait to take the Corporals Exam, then when it came time for him to take the Sergeants Exam he jumped on it . Oh my god, and how fucking awesome was Zee? He thought. She helped him study every night, quizzed him in the shower, car, and in every free moment.Three years later and he bet even that Zee could pass that test with flying colors.Yep, next thing he knew he was sitting in front of the Captain, interviewing for his Detective’s badge. It only took a few cases solved before the Captain left him alone and allowed him to just do his own thing.“Just go and solve it.” The Captain would say to him.
Seth’s stomach growled like something fierce. The only thing he ate today was stale ass muffin at the coffee shop this morning and he already missed dinner with the Jerry Falwell family tonight.Seth pulled off the exit leading to the house and instantly thought of that little mom-n-pop burger joint next to gas station. Fuck yeah; I could totally go for a double bacon anything right now. The burger joint always seemed shady as fuck with the make shift apartment on top of it.If it wasn’t for the marquee sign in the front showing the daily specials you wouldn’t even know that it was a restaurant.But every time Zee picked up some random entrée for him, the food was so wonderfully bad. He knew with every bite he would need to add 10 more minutes working out, but god damn it tasted so fucking good. Seth had never actually been inside himself, but why not?He figured he’d check it out. After this morning’s fuck-fest in the shower and not eating all day, he should be fine. After ordering the food and paying it was only a four-minute drive to the house. Oh this poor poor burger… I’m going to so fuck you up.
Seth pulled in to the driveway and noticed that Zee wasn’t back home from dinner. He immediately felt bad for her. That sermon must be lasting longer than normal over there tonight. Seth fumbled at the door trying to hold the case file under his armpit, the extra massive fountain drink in one hand, with the burger bag in his teeth and tried to unlock and open the door with his other hand. Once inside, Seth went straight for his office. He plopped the drink cup down and gathered up one last sniff of the burger bag as he took it out of teeth. Seth placed the bag leaning up against the drink cup. He clicked on the light with the lamp on the edge of the desk, and slapped down the case file like he just won the hand in Texas Hold ‘em.
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S eth carefully folded the burger wrapper like an origami cup to catch the grease from dripping everywhere as he began to destroy the double bacon cheeseburger one bite at a time. Meanwhile Seth took out the pictures from the case file and in one swift motion scattered them across the desk. He fingered through the pictures waiting and hoping that something was going to stand out and catch his attention. In the background of his peripheral he noticed the bare wall across from his desk that normally had a few book shelves against it. That girl… always messing around with her books. Zee used that wall to house the book collection she’s been working on since birth. He focused his attention back to the pictures, and was determined to find what in the fuck he was missing. Seth picked up the notepads holding everything about the case, flipping and thumbing through them trying to find the part where he detailed notes about the rape. Ok, here… fuck-face blasts into the room and before Jen can turn around he’s got her by the back of the neck bending her over the dryers. Seth ruffled through the pictures finding the laundry room picture showing the dryers. So… he bolts in and BLAM! Jen is face-down over the dryers…her hands are right away going to grab the top of the dryer to attempt to regain balance. Yet no prints…why?
Just then, headlights swept across the front of the house, shining through the windows of the office as they passed by. Seth