The witness cried for what seemed like hours, until finally, Lieutenant Simms could calm her. “It was horrible! He did it with a smile too. How? Oh, mygod!” she said through massive tears. “Ma’am, just take your time, and tell me what happened.” Simms replied calmly.

Again, the crying. God, why’d they always cry? It made his job a lot easier when they just shut their friggin’ mouths, and tell ‘em what the hell happened. Simms knew he was gettin’ nuthin’ outta this one for a while. Apparently she had gotten a decent beating too. At least she had her life. Poor Mr. Wrank. Steven. One of his good friends in college.

Simms walked under the yellow tape but quickly turned away and covered his mouth after seeing the bloody strips left of Steven’s body. You would think after 7 years of this he would be used to it by now. Whoever the bastard was that did this was sick and mental. All the witness had managed to get out was crying, and the word, “lawnmower”. *