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             Mel hung up the phone and stared straight ahead, replaying the conversation in his head. He knew he had to tell his boss what had happened, but how? There was a knock on his door and a tan face with a grin of shiny white teeth stepped into his office. “Ready for the meeting, Choly?” He laughed at an untold joke. “Yup,” said Mel, taking a deep breath. “I’m excited, we’ll get to hear how well we worked! And if not, boss always gives the best advice.” As Mel walked past him he gave him a forceful pat on the back. Mel just ignored him. “What’s wrong, friend?” “It’s nothing, Smiley.” The two walked down the hallway and towards the conference room. “Well whatever it is, I’m sure this meeting will cheer you up!” Mel suspected the exact opposite would happen, but he simply sighed. The two stepped into a room where a man and a woman sat at a long table. He and Smiley took seats next to each other, and as they sat dow...

             Though he was only the smallest pizza delivery boy - not that being a pizza delivery boy made him any less important than, say, a doctor, or a police officer, because even doctors and police officers need to eat pizza so they can save lives – in the smallest pizzeria in the smallest town in the smallest county in the state, Randy could not help but feel that it was his job and his job alone to act in the best interest of him and all those that came after him, a conclusion he came upon during these several strange encounters he had with the less than ordinary customer between seven forty-five and eight-thirty that evening: first, the phone call when the customer ordered a human spinal fluid and cerebellum pizza (without cheese!) that clued him into the fact that this customer did not have a very healthy diet; second, the strange series of beeps and boops he received when he asked for the customer’s name that were followed by the customer...

        Grimm knew they were close before he could even see the house. The police lights were visible from a quarter mile away, as they were the only form of light in the dark woods. His partner sitting next to him was quiet, a change from her usual talkative self. Her hands clutched the steering wheel, and her lips were sewn tightly together. The case hit her close to home. It affected everyone in the precinct, of course, but no one else he worked with was a mother.             Funny thing was, just yesterday she had complained about working the cold cases. “I want to see the people I’m helping. To be involved.” The chief finally got fed up with her complaining and promoted her. “I don’t want anything else coming outta your mouth unless it’s a ‘thank you’ to your gracious chief.” As they approached the flashing lights they found themselves at a cottage that crouched in the back of a small clearing. It ...