"What time is it?" Linus moaned while driving all too slowly down the desolate highway on a day that was nearing noontime.

Fitzpatrick looked out at the passing farmland scenery and asked, "Does it really matter?"

Linus must have sighed at least three to four times since leaving the house. The man's entire body felt as if it were carrying a load of bricks tied to his heels. No matter what, he just couldn't get the fog out of his brain.

"It's hard to believe that this thing hiked almost three miles away just to eat more people."

Stirring awake from his dull stupor, Linus glanced over and grunted, "Huh?"

"I said, I can't believe the thing hiked three miles just to eat more people." Fitzpatrick replied a bit louder.

"Yeah," Linus sighed again."

"You gotta be kidding me." Alan griped.

"Whaddya mean?"

"What's with all the damn sighing? You sound like my wife whenever she wants sex from me?"

Linus shrugged and said, "We just wrapped up a five and a half month kidnapping investigation, and you're asking what's with all the sighing?"

"For Christ's sake," Alan grumbled, "it's not the first kidnapping we've ever covered."

Linus didn't bother to look over at his partner, instead, he gazed upwards into the grey, brooding sky. "What would make a person do all of that, Al?"

"Do what?"

"Kidnap, rape and kill. He even raped the guys, for God's sake." Linus shook his head in shame. "I'm sitting here trying to figure out what sort of twisted event in this man's life could have brought him to such a point."

"Who knows?" Alan groaned. "He obviously had some kind of sick fetish that needed to be fulfilled. You mentioned it yourself back at the TV station."

"And the smell," Linus lamented. "How can any normal human being tolerate having all those dead bodies in that house and not become sick themselves?"

"After a while, even the most perverted person becomes accustomed to his or hers perversion. The man was obviously tormented."

Bruin only scanned the grazing land that passed by at 33 mph.

"I wonder if Gloria saw—

"That's enough!" A frustrated Fitzpatrick hollered.

A momentary quiet took place inside the car before Linus again sighed and said, "I suppose you're gonna tell me that I'm feeling sorry for myself, right?"

"No, it's not that." Fitzpatrick huffed. "You're shitting bricks because after all these months someone or something else got that fucker before you could. We all wanted to plug a bullet in the guy, but we missed out."

Linus rolled his eyes in the other direction, hoping that he could possibly ignore his partner's rant, but it seemed that the more he tried to focus on other matters, Gloria's pale, terrified image would cross his path in stunning full color.

"Whaddya think?" Fitzpatrick looked over.

"Think about what?"

said about the fur. Do you believe that there could be a

wolves tearing

could eat the way that fucker did last

creature to materialize inside his mind, but he had to sift through the dead bodies first before he could even place the image of an

sniggered. "I swear that

"You don't think too much of Pat, do

up his hands. "An Ivy league, smarty pants, know-it-all kid. He's just twenty years younger than you and I. The guy

you trying to say that we're old

"Nope, I like to play it like my wife;

Linus smiled at the remark while glancing down at the speedometer to notice for the

taking

"Is that all you're concerned

I also hope I get home in time this evening to watch 'Battle of the

to burst out laughing, but he restrained himself as a semi-truck roared past them on the other side of the road. The first sign of life ever

"I was thinking about calling Linda."

took a few moments before Fitzpatrick said anything. "It's a shame that you have to actually think about calling

hate to say

"I can handle O'Dea, in

the cruiser. For a few moments Linus actually believed that he had slipped

catch the body on that one

"Which one," Linus glanced strangely over at his

"The black

"Oh yeah, she

"I can see you with

house. Without uttering a single word, they climbed out of the vehicle and dragged themselves towards another squad car just a few feet

as he placed the radio back into the holster inside the car.

"How are you, Phelps?"

A mother, father and their four daughters. The mother was found in the living room. Her entire skull

even got the daughters,

four girls. Two, four, seven and ten," Phelps chocked. "Something just...just tore its way through the bedroom door and got them

"Who found them?" Linus asked while zipping up

lives right across the street. She and the mother have coffee every morning.

bush and watched as

can hardly take two steps without...it's

to

"I heard you

we found what was left of him." Fitzpatrick snickered. "But, as it so happens, something

here." Phelps rubbed

forward, placed his right hand on Phelps' shoulder and sympathetically whispered

head in a noble lamentation before glancing back and saying, "Sometimes, losing a nephew feels like losing your own son. This is all his

kept a recording of all the rapes he committed. Last night, right after he got through with his last victim, something came up from out of his basement and tore him limb from limb, literally. He left his recorder on the

believe it's a bear." Fitzpatrick added. "He

inside and take a look at this." Phelps said as he stepped away

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