Case Study : Seattle Police Department Essay
Liv enters the morgue and finds Blaine. He lies on one of the autopsy tables, fully clothes this time.
You know, being a zombie wasn’t all fun and games. Like the whole eating brains thing… a bit disgusting when you think about it.
Blaine sits up and straightens his suit, smoothing out the nonexistent wrinkles.
But I do miss the sweet satisfaction of knowing I could snap someone’s neck without breaking a sweat. Ah, good times...
Liv has a look on her face, like she just ate something sour.
You know, I was kind of in the middle of something when you called, so if we could skip the murderous chit-chat, that would be great.
Your wish is my command. One of my old buddies at the “drug dealers in need” hotline remembers selling to your guy.
He doesn’t have a last name. Just Marcus. But rumor is, he did a couple months in jail.
Why should I trust you with this? For God’s sake, you kidnapped and killed teenagers and sold them for parts.
Sure, way back when, I would probably have found the kid myself, cut him up, and made a delicious Tobypaccio. But I’m a vegetarian now. I’ve turned a new leaf.
Fine. I don’t have time to argue anyway. I need to get this information to the police. But if it’s a trap, or a lie, or one of your psychopathic plots, you’ll come to regret it. Remember the snapping-someone’s-neck-without-breaking-a-sweat part of being a zombie.