Well after the weekend I'd had I was gratefull to return to the Sherriff's office, my desk was tucked away in the corner and I could bury myself in my work. My desk was piled high as usual due to the Sherriffs hatred of paperwork, the mood I was in I'd have this dealt with before lunch. Parking tickets, dog fouling and the usual bar room brawls greeted me. However, there were more missing person reports than normal for this time of year, it not yet being carnival season.  Hmmmm maybe this will take my mind of Ricks unusual behaviour over the weekend, those bruises hurt like hell.

I made a note of all the "mispers" and headed over to Daisy Mays Coffee Bar to get me some caffeine before heading off to the scene of the first missing person.

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Werewolves and Native American folklore

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