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Kyle Boone jumped out of the security van, happy that he was back at his barn. The deputies opened the wooden doors, and he motioned to the loft with his head, "Up there."
As the trooper climbed up the old ladder that led to the loft, two frightened birds flew out and almost knocked him off the ladder. The warden looked up at the man searching the loft, "Tell me this hasn't been a total waste of my time, Trooper."
"No, there's something up here, sir. I'm not exactly sure what it is," the police officer replied, holding a jar of unidentified objects.
The warden turned to Boone, "You promised us bodies."
"One thing at a time, warden. First, we start with my souvenirs." Boone said patiently.
"Souvenirs?"
"When I was sick," Boone started. The trooper was climbing down the ladder when one of the rungs broke from underneath him. He dropped the jar and it shattered, splattering the barn floor with blood. "My favorite sexual organs. Tongues." Boone smirked.
"Where are the girls?" the warden asked, trying to hide his disgust.
Boone looked smug as he replied, "Close. But you have to give me a little something in return for them, Sam."
"The only thing you're going to get from me is your last meal," the warden growled and turned to the guards, "Take that animal back to death row!" He barked and walked back to the van.
"What about the victims' families? I'm their last chance for closure," Boone reasoned.
The warden spun around, "What is it you want?"
"Not much, just the man who put me in these," Boone gestured to his handcuffs, "NCIS Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs."
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