Jim watched him for a moment before nodding to one of his men, getting into the squad car and heading towards the scene.
"Why are we working with him, Commissioner?" the man asked, watching Jason from the rear view mirror.
"Because there are people in this town worth try to help out to, if you can," Jim said, resting his chin on his hand, watching Jason's headlights in the side mirror. "Something about that boy calls to me...I think he could be an interesting asset if we could reach out to him,"
The young police officer looked at his boss, before shaking his head, returning to driving, pulling up outside the new warehouse quickly, pulling over towards the wall so Jason could park next to them in the narrow alley.
Jim climbed out of the car and was immediately besieged by officers with note pads, all trying to speak at once.
Apparently the victim was an African-American male, this time tied to a bed, surrounded by what one officer counted was fifty gasoline canisters. A large, five foot tall dried grass doll stood next to the bed, holding a strip of paper.