6

Another two weeks passed before the next big event. Tyler was to meet Detective Powers for the conference with Sydney. He and the detective went to the Dairy Queen in North Park, and got set up. Tyler got his wire and made sure everything was in working order. The place was not so crowded that the sound would be distorted. Powers left to her car, and pretended to eat her meal in peace. She turned on her recording equipment, and listened. Just as she was looking out the window, she saw it. The door was pulled open by a tall black female. She walked in. Her hair was just like the one strand of hair they had from the file of Kyle Broflovski. She waited

"Hey, Tyler." Said the voice as there was moving and the sound of chairs being adjusted. "How long have you been here?" she asked.

"Oh, hey, Sydney. About fifteen minutes. I ordered five minutes ago though." He said smiling.

"So why did you invite me here?" she asked.

"I heard you broke up with Dominique, and I wanted to try and cheer you up." He said without hesitation.

"Oh. Well…, thank you. I thought you were a fat fuck two seconds ago. I almost ditched you." She said sighing. "I'm glad I didn't though. Thanks."

"I'm paying. Wanna get food?" he asked.

"Sure." She replied happily.

Five minutes later they were sitting down to eat. Powers was careful to follow every word. It was boring for the first ten minutes, as they talked about inconsequential bullshit. Powers knew it was worth it though. Especially if this was the real culprit.

"So, I have a question." Tyler said seriously after they had finished laughing about some comment she had made. "Why didn't you kill me like you tried to kill Kyle?" he asked softly. Powers guessed that he was leaning in to talk to her. Because their voices were quieter, but you could still hear them.

"What are you talking about?" she whispered.

"Dude, I just wanna know why you didn't kill me." Tyler said softly.

"How do you…, I don't know what you're talking about." She said as she scooted her chair away. "I'm leaving."

"No, wait. I overheard you talking to Dominique, and I know everything." He explained. "I could go to the police with it all." He added.

"You have no evidence." She said bitterly. "You wanna know why I haven't killed you yet? I need your fucking ass to pay for some of the rent, and utilities." She explained.

"Oh." Tyler sighed. "So, why did you try and kill Kyle?" he asked.

"Because, he rejected me. No one rejects me. I reject them. No one dumps me, either. Dominique is next on the list." She said bitterly. "I just don't have anyone else to frame with the crime yet. I'm working on it."

"How come it took you a short time to plan out Kyle's death?" Tyler asked confused.

"Because everyone in South Park and the surrounding areas hates Eric Cartman. Everyone fears him. I really thought they would've taken him to jail by now. I bet someone was bribed." She muttered.

"Well, maybe they know something." Tyler said sadly.

"They don't. They tried to ask me questions a while ago, but I didn't cave. I am not going to be put to jail for something Cartman did." She spat.

"You just said that Cartman didn't do it." said Tyler bitterly.

"Yeah, but only you, me and Dominique know that. Dominique is about to die soon, so that should take care of that." She said bitterly.

"That's enough, Tyler." Ms. Powers said into her mic. "Come to the car before something happens to you." She said bitterly. "I've got all I need."

She waited for Tyler to finish with his meeting. He ate, and talked with her. He sat and entertained her for a while. Finally, it was time to go. For her, at least.

"Where are you going?" she asked.

"I'm going to the store. I need to shop for toilet paper and other stuff. It's my turn this month, as you were so kind to remind me." He said sadly.

"I'm headed back to the house." She said as she stood and got ready to go.

"I'll see you there." He replied. "You taking your trash?" he asked.

"Nah. The bus boy can get it." she said bitterly. "I don't throw away trash."

Before he could reply, she was gone. "There aren't bus boys at Dairy Queen." He muttered.

Evelyn powers got out of her car as fast as she could. She was inside the fast food restaurant in record time and at Tyler's side even faster.

"Don't throw away that trash." She said in a huff as she tried to catch her breath.

"So, tell me again how this isn't illegal?" Tyler asked.

"Because," she was coughing and gasping. "it's public now. As soon as she left, she relinquished her right to that trash. It's garbage, and we can confiscate it for whatever we want. It's got a treasure trove of DNA I want tested ASAP." She said bitterly as she and Tyler scooped up the trash and left the tray.

Five minutes later they were on their way to the police station. This was the most bizarre case Evelyn Powers had ever worked.