CHAPTER 46: There's A Body, Where's The Crime?

(This is a sequel to Chapter 28: Alone In The Void Boogaloo With No VOICE To Hear You. If you don't remember it, please go back and read it, otherwise you will be lost.

WARNING! Depictions of gore, death, psychological things, and interspecies racism.)

(FANDOMS: Psych)

Nobody would find out, her cover was good.

Bill had been bored that fine morning. The morning that it had happened. He had been minding his own business, then he had blinked and he was talking to the police and had an orange blanket draped across his shoulders. All things considered, no one was happy. What happened you ask, Martha?

A body was found in Goodwill.

This particular Goodwill is where Bill worked. Bill Afton was an ordinary-looking being with brown eyes and salt and pepper gray hair, clean-shaven and odd-looking ears. No one could articulate exactly why his ears looked weird, but everyone would agree, his ears were weird.

The same couldn't be said for the body, the ears were gone. In fact, the entire face and part of the head were gone. So was the left forearm, right thigh, and right buttcheek. And many would dispute the wording of 'gone'. It was more as if the body had been splashed by a puddle of acid that a car had run through right next to it. All the wounds were uneven and… twisted.

So there Bill had been, talking to the police. Though the detective talking to him was a bit crass, his intentions were apparent. Find the killer and bring justice to whoever may care.

"So you just saw him walking in from the front doors? You didn't see him enter?"

"No, I didn't. I had been with a customer and didn't even look up."

"What made you look up?"

"The sound."

"Sound? What did it sound like?"

"Like… squelching, but I really didn't look up until a lady screamed."

No one would look for him for months,

Bill Afton sighed as he relocked his apartment door. He hated having to deal with humans. They were just so… vibrant. He would much prefer a desk job at HQ. But instead, he was one of the best human impersonators this department had. He would take a shower to get their filth off of him, but then that would just further contaminate him with their d1G.

Of course, his normal 24-hour shift was interrupted by something that no one could have planned for.

Now, instead of gargling alcohol-filled Void, he had to draft a report with a header that had something to do with an employee's body coming through the front doors. This was the Goodwill Department of the company, not the Dollar General Department, the doors shouldn't have been affected. Was the door situation so bad that employees were being disintegrated by the void? Didn't the VOICED Department have someone on that? It should be a primary objective, the employee's functionality depended on it.

Oh, well. Just as long as whatever station the dead employee was from wasn't left unmanned, Bill didn't care.

When they did look, what would they find?

Lassiter was very annoyed that fine afternoon. The afternoon that he was investigating this case on. It had started as a fine morning, Shawn and Gus had not shown up to the precinct for once, Lassiter almost smiled. But he didn't.

He didn't smile as there was a dead body and no leads unless you count the fact that the Goodwill employee seemed to not care that a dead man walked into his store. Sure, he faked it just fine, but if you knew where to look there were cracks.

An innocent-looking employee.

Then, the chief just had to call in the fake psychic and his trusty sidekick.

"Hey, Lassie! We're here, what's the scoop?"

"A dead body, what else would you think it would be?"

"Uh, I don't know, a clown doing the polka without a license?"

"... No. Go do your little psychic thing and get out. The killer isn't going to catch themselves."

Lassiter stepped back into his office as the two walked towards the morgue. He sat down at his desk and looked at the pictures of the crime scene. This was by far one of the weirdest cases he'd worked. That one with the dinosaur? Sure, that was a bit strange. The one with the Spanish gold and Argentineans was too, but this took the cake.

It was also the hardest too. There were no leads, on the man's identity and his killer, there was no evidence of anything, and there were close to no suspects. The only idea Lassiter had was that Bill guy, but he could have just been in shock.

Lassiter hadn't let a case go cold yet, he would find this man's murderer. He swore it.

Dollar General had a serial killer and no one knew;

"Detective, you can't continue investigating this case!"

"But chief-"

"I know, I want to find the killer too, but it's just not possible now. Without the body, the most we can do is find who stole it. I'm taking you off the case."

"Chief! You can't!"

"I'm sorry detective, here's your next one. Someone keeps stealing people's Christmas lights."

"Yes, Chief."

Lassiter walked out of Chief Vick's office. He wasn't happy. No one, not even the most despicable person, deserved a fate like this John Doe was getting.

The department had no leads to anything. Even Shawn and Gus were at a loss. There was no explanation as to why the body looked the way it did. There wasn't any acid on it. No residue. And then, when all seemed hopeless, the body was stolen. But big surprise, no leads there either. They had nothing. So, this person, this human being, was going to go without justice. Why didn't anyone care?

"Hey Lassie face! How'd getting Chief Vick to let us stay on the case go?"

"Don't think I don't know that you were listening. But, the answer is not good. I've been reassigned to another case."

"What! No way, that's not fair! We have to catch this guy Lassie!"

"Look Spencer, my hands are tied. But, if someone happens to find you in the files room I'll say that I sent you there for something."

"You got it. Don't worry Lassie; we'll get this guy."

Lassiter sighed as Shawn Spencer walked away. He really hoped they would.

Would they care?

Shawn and Gus left the station. "Come on Shawn; it's not that bad."

"Not that bad Gus? A man is dead, and his killer is still free!"

"It's been months Shawn. We need to do something else, like, my actual job."

"Fine, just, I need to stop by the store real quick."

"Okay."

Gus pulled into a parking space and shut off the engine. He stayed in the car while Shawn went in to get… Something.

Shawn thought all about the case while in the small, dollar store. Every angle imaginable. He still had nothing as he checked out.

Nobody would find out, her cover was good. No one would look for him for months, and when they did look, what would they find? An innocent-looking employee with an alibi. Dollar General had a serial killer and no one knew; would they care?

"Thank you for shopping at Dollar General!"

No one that mattered at least.