Cleanup Who: Bill, Linda What: Wrapping up the werewolf case When: 11.6.12 Where: The Scene of the crime... or what's left of it. Warning: Burned bodies, but that's about it.
Burned. And salted. Soot and salt. And burned flesh. And silver. Bill stood at the periphery of the burned out shelter off in the woods... Old fallout shelter. Place must have been like a furnace when they lit it. He could smell some traces of an accelerant, but couldn't place it, among all the other smells. Plus, he was a bison, not a bloodhound. He tucked his hands into his pockets, and waited for the ME.
It had taken time to arrange things with Cathair. The hunters were taking the fall. Indirectly, as he still didn't know who they were. And from looking at things, finding clues to their identity would take a TV crime lab... something they just didn't have access to. He hated they were having to go through these steps. It just made things harder for the next case. If they got in the habit of sweeping things under the rug, bringing them to light got harder and harder. And that was what he was supposed to do, as a cop. Make things better. So he waited... to put this case to bed as quickly and quietly as possible.