I thought about it all day.
I knew the other gumshoe would drop.
Flying high on that little string of hope...
And then I saw it...
The way out for him, the way home for me, the way down for them, and the way up for Him. Busy day...busy...busy...busy.
He stopped by...took a look into my heart...made the money catch...and then banked on the wrong shoulder...
So close.
It happens all the time. If I step out of my comfort zone...more than 2-Thetas off the norm...I get bitch-slapped with a reality-check...and have to adjust the entire board again...just to keep two Rooks and the Queen from sliding off into oblivion.
Damn the Bishops. They sunk themselves. Elementary School? really...
Is there a point to this code?
Yes.
Find the lime in the Mexican Desert. Count the femurs...line them up...and extrapolate the top 15 most wanted at the DEA from Texas, Arizona, and New Mexico.
If you have DNA, all the better, but those bones tell the story. Ma'am is ruthless...
And those boys all made love with their boots on.
About size 12-14, I'd wager.
She kept their hats. It's circumstantial but their mothers gave them their hats as Christmas gifts. She's foxy...that one...but all psychopaths have one thing in common...they lie to themselves better than they do to Authorities.
Unravel it.
I've had enough strings for one day.
~AC
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