Also - big apologies for the delays in getting this out. I've had a distracting week. The short version: I had to reinstall the OS of my computer twice . . . .
The detectives wouldn’t believe he drank the entire bottle of Worcestershire sauce willingly no matter what we said.
We told them he was preparing for the end of the world, we told them it would be coming tomorrow.
The detectives told us to ‘go home and prepare for Armageddon then…assholes’, and proceeded to muscle us off the property.
It seemed to be a big joke to them jeering and cursing us, but come tomorrow we’ll see who’s laughing and who’s dead.
The next morning, it appeared we had been proved wrong. But only we could see that life was no longer business as usual.