This was written for Rory’s new game. Check it out here.

I pulled into Prince Court at 9:45 and the place was still lit up like a Christmas tree with all the police cars lining the street. Kids on bikes and old ladies in nightdresses lined the sidewalk. I hated scenes like this. If it wasn’t the press wanting to get a look, it was the nosy neighbors. Can’t blame them though. I would have done the same thing if a dozen police cars rolled up on my block with lights and sirens going.

“Evening Inspector Wordsmith,” Officer Rory said. He was shaking, even though it was warm night. 

“What’s with him?” I asked, nodding to the bobbing ass of a patrol man hurling into the flower bed. 

“It’s bad, Inspector. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

I looked at Officer Rory and grunted. He looked like he had never…