The investigators came back with their warrant. They found nothing, as I had predicted. Before they left, I asked them if they could accompany me; "I found a dead body you might want to see."
They foolishly agreed to it.
The walk was cold, ice cold, but the fires of his desires kept me warm. As the trees grew around them and the leaves fell, I could hear their nerves wracking up a storm.
I could see him standing ahead of us, hair clean and face seeming fixed, legs standing tall. Big Apple behind me muttered something about "evil red hair," and Idaho said "Who is that?"
And then the picture looked into them and they were gone.
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