You don't find answers, you find pieces of the puzzle. Blood here, casings there. The officers circle around doing thier jobs. I put the cigar back in my mouth. Disgusting habit, I know. But I don't carecancer, or bad breath. You see, I'm not normal. I am a beast. I should say monster, but I'm getting better about it. I am a werewolf. I used to be normal and married, but that psycho ended it all. she left me a while back. I understand though. If I ever turn near her, I can't even save her. I'd kill her as soon as look at her. But back to the matter at hand.
Such an interesting direction you took...this seems like a great start to a short story...perhaps you'll take it further?
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