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Bloody Mess

When walking into the room for the first time I thought this either had to be the work of a genius or a complete nutjob. I couldn’t work out which part of our number one suspect I was stepping in, but I knew that someone who is capable of stapling one small house cat to four walls with three spoons was more then likely to leave some kind of calling card, these assholes always do; well I was wrong! We searched that hell hole for six fucking hours & found nothing but leftovers that my uncle Jack’s dog wouldn’t even touch.

We’ve done all we can here. We filled our buckets with soylent chutney and went, see if the boys in forensics can make anything of this. Another dead end!