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Bill's had some time t' get used to makin' his patrol. Weren't quite the same without the patrol car, or without Wally fuckin' 'round with the radar gun in that passenger seat. Weren't quite the same without the same ol' back roads and run-down farms and lil' family businesses. Weren't quite the same without McReady raisin' hell 'bout somethin' Bill ain't got no control over. Weren't quite the same with Shelby one call away, and none of it'd ever be quite the same without Starla.
Ain't like he's wallowin' in it or nothin'.
Things in Wheelsy were notoriously quiet. There'd been jokes 'bout the bumbling uselessness of the local law enforcement since Bill'd been a kid. Why, after hearing all that, he'd decided that'd be what he wanted to do with his life was still well beyond him. The island... The island was quite, but lately there'd been somethin' a mite eerie 'bout it. Folks turning up with bite marks. Kid landing him self on the beach with a dead boy in his arms.
Not exactly the relaxin' tropical vacation as advertised.
He'd made his loop once already, the sun just peakin' up over the horizon. Lil' detour for a hot cup of Joe, and Bill was on the move again, clearin' debris from the path here 'n' there and hummin' quietly to himself. That'd be when something in the underbrush caught his eye, his face turnin' down real quick into a frown when he toed 'way the leaves to uncover what was hidden beneath.
"Ah, hell..."
[Bill Pardy just found Faith's item, a dead man hidden in the underbrush. Details of the crime scene are here, and I assume IPD and squints will use this post as a starting point. You can either find him now, just after he uncovered it, or assume that some time has passed and he's called in a little back-up. Have fun, kids. Slowtime for as long as you need. Let's go ahead and make it a gathering post too.]
Ain't like he's wallowin' in it or nothin'.
Things in Wheelsy were notoriously quiet. There'd been jokes 'bout the bumbling uselessness of the local law enforcement since Bill'd been a kid. Why, after hearing all that, he'd decided that'd be what he wanted to do with his life was still well beyond him. The island... The island was quite, but lately there'd been somethin' a mite eerie 'bout it. Folks turning up with bite marks. Kid landing him self on the beach with a dead boy in his arms.
Not exactly the relaxin' tropical vacation as advertised.
He'd made his loop once already, the sun just peakin' up over the horizon. Lil' detour for a hot cup of Joe, and Bill was on the move again, clearin' debris from the path here 'n' there and hummin' quietly to himself. That'd be when something in the underbrush caught his eye, his face turnin' down real quick into a frown when he toed 'way the leaves to uncover what was hidden beneath.
"Ah, hell..."
[Bill Pardy just found Faith's item, a dead man hidden in the underbrush. Details of the crime scene are here, and I assume IPD and squints will use this post as a starting point. You can either find him now, just after he uncovered it, or assume that some time has passed and he's called in a little back-up. Have fun, kids. Slowtime for as long as you need. Let's go ahead and make it a gathering post too.]