Jerry sat alone in his living room, the daily news spread open on his knees. The eerie light from the television flickered against the walls in his apartment, casting ominous shadows.
“What have we got? Go through it again.”
“She was murdered but no body found and no evidence to speak of except for the odd recounts of fellow townspeople.”
“Which were?”
“Singing. They remember hearing singing.”
“That’s it? Strange,” muttered the character on the television amidst Jerry’s snoring.
A knock on the door awoke Jerry from his midnight slumber and he turned the television off on his way to the door.
“Constable Hart, doing house calls at this hour?” chuckled Jerry.
“I’m ‘fraid not sir.” The younger officer shuffled on his feet, running his fingers along the rim of his hat. “There has been another murder. Another…eating.”
Jerry’s eyes widened. There hadn’t been an incident like this for a few months but they all knew another was inevitable. “I think you should probably-”
“I’ll get my coat,” Jerry said.