She begged, “Please, put yourself in his shoes-”
“Are you actually defending him?” He raged.
“Of course not! But in order to even try to figure out where he is we have to understand the way he thinks.”
“This is such bullsh-”
“Listen up Owens. I don’t care if you agree or not. There is a wounded man who is at the mercy of a cannibal. Although he isn’t a cannibal. Not exactly. Not in his mind. No in his mind this lunatic thinks of himself as a vulture. Surviving off a dead animals, after all, what else is pork? Just another dead animal which happens to be a pig. Alec Rogers is insane and he will wait for that man to die of internal bleeding. Then, and only then, will Rogers start to to skin him and nibble on him bit by bit. Now the man wont feel it or miss any of the pieces, but that isn’t the point. The point is detective is that all we have is my belief of that man being abducted from the hospital. So until he has been missing for 48 hours you can’t officially do anything. You can either help me find Alec Rogers my way or you can stay here. Which will it be?”
“It just so happens that my little tirade earlier in the day about this earned me a two day suspension. Looks like I’m all yours.”
“Brilliant. I’ll airdrop you an abridged profile you can look over on the way.”
“On the way where?”
“To my apartment. The full dossier is there. As well as some tools we might need.”
“Plausible deniability, best not to ask Owens.”
“Oh this is not going to end well.”
He rubbed his eyes as he followed her out of the precinct. As she hailed a taxi he got a notification on his phone. Time to study up. Sitting down in the cab he tried to do his best to put himself in the cannibals shoes.
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Prompt: He wasn’t a cannibal. Not Exactly…
The Sarcastic Muse