Post by Aaron G. Mosely on Oct 26, 2014 0:07:02 GMT
"Thanks." Aaron ran out of the play area, pausing briefly to put his gun and jacket back in a locker. He quickly reached the hall and called out "Daniel! You down here?!"
Post by Aaron G. Mosely on Oct 26, 2014 0:16:31 GMT
"Damn." Aaron cursed, looking away. What if the same fate had befallen the driver? No, he couldn't think that yet. His detective senses were still tingling. There was more to this.
Mr. Beam, with a clear look of surprise on his face, had his back against the wall, his ass on the ground. The obvious cause of death seemed to be strangulation.
The office itself looked look like it been hit with a hurricane, files and papers flung everywhere. The desk itself split clear in two by someone with terrible strength.