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"Steve, we're out of sauce! I'll go make some more!" Jesse Travis called to his preoccupied partner across the extremely crowded BBQ Bob's.
Steve Sloan hurriedly carried plates of food and trays of drinks to their respective tables as he wondered where he and Jesse's help, a new Mexican fellow that Jesse had hired by the name of Jose' Garcia, was. He was supposed to have been to the restaurant almost an hour ago. "Okay Jess, hurry up though."
Jesse rushed to the back of the restaurant to the refrigerator. As he opened the door, he thought he smelled a rather strange, unpleasant odor. *Stupid rotten meat.* As he knelt down to get the barbeque sauce ingredients, Jesse noticed something blocking his way to the ketchup. This was the least of the young doctor and restaurant owner's worries as he realized that as he was moving the obstruction, he was touching human flesh. Very cold human flesh. The shock of finding a presumably dead body in the refrigerator coupled with the hard knock on the head he gave himself when he jumped back in surprise sent Jesse swirling quickly into unconsciousness.
Steve, meanwhile, was having just about as hard a time, but, contrarily, with living people. As choruses of "Where's my food?", "Can I get some service here?", and occasionally an, "Excuse me, where's the bathroom?" rang out across his restaurant, Steve retreated to the back to retrieve Jesse, who was taking entirely too long to make the stupid sauce.
"Jesse, get your butt out here!" Steve shouted, getting no response. "What's taking you so--Jesse?!" Steve ran over the small figure on the floor, halfway inside the ajar walk-in fridge. Kneeling down and checking for a pulse (out of force of habit),
Steve gave a shout as he discovered the source of Jesse's sudden incapacitation. Yep, it was dead alright. Steve grabbed the phone to call the cops as he checked on Jesse, who was beginning to come to as a result of Steve's efforts to arouse him.
"Jesse, what happened?" Steve calmly asked his jumpy friend, while at the same time trying to relay that information to the police.
"I'm not sure," Jesse groaned, rubbing the back of his head. "I just found the body stuffed under this shelf, then I jumped back and hit my head, that's all." Jesse squinted and took a closer look at the body. "Hey! That's Jose'!" he exclaimed as Steve hung up with the police.
"The cops will be here in a few minutes," Steve announced, putting away his cell phone. "What'd you say?"
Jesse pointed a trembling finger at the cadaver. "It's Jose', the guy I just hired!"
Steve suddenly cringed as he heard a crash and yells coming from the dining room. "I'll be right back," he excused him self to his coworkers, living and dead. He walked up to the register and ducked as he saw a plate flung at his head. "Look, I'm sorry everybody, but you're all going to have to leave! This is an official crime scene. Take a coupon on your way out," Steve continued to announce amongst many groans and a piece of meat or two throw at him. Once all the former customers were gone, he wiped himself off and went back to the back to continue his investigation. "Can you tell what happened to him?" he asked as Jesse seemed to be looking over the body.
"Gunshot wound to the head," Jesse announced, reaching up and rubbing his own aching one.
Who would do this? Steve tried to think. Murder a restaurant employee and hide him in the refrigerator?
"Sloan, are you two back here?" Steve's thoughts were shattered by the entrance of Lieutenant Morrison, a few uniformed cops, and, of course the county medical examiner and the Head of Internal Medicine of Community General Hospital, who, when alerted to the disturbance at his son's store, just had to come along with Amanda.
"Yeah Bob, over here, by the fridge."
Morrison led the gang over, shivered, and took a look at the body. He shivered again at the cold air from the refrigerator. "Ooo, that's not pretty. Any idea what happened?" he asked, taking out his notepad. Amanda began examining the corpse.
Steve turned the stage over to Jesse. "Well, I found him back here stuffed up under the shelf while I was making some barbeque sauce. I realized I had found a dead body in my restaurant, it startled me, and I jumped back and hit my head. That's all I remember until Steve came back and woke me up."
"He died of a gunshot wound to the head," Amanda announced, looking up from the body.
The Lieutenant jotted a few things down. "Do you have a name for this fellow?"
"Yeah, I just hired him, his name's Jose' Garcia. Nice Mexican guy," Jesse mumbled, still a bit disoriented.
Mark, momentarily loosing interest in his snoopings for more medical purposes, knelt down next to Jesse. "Let's take a look at that head." He gently prodded and 'hmm'ed' at the lump at the back of Jesse's head, then asked the younger man to follow his finger. "Well Jess, you've got quite a bump, but I think you'll be alright."
Jesse smiled tiredly as Mark got up to get him an ice pack.
A young rookie who had been assigned to the Morrison looked thoughtful. "Hey Lieutenant, doesn't this look kind of like that murder over at the Bucket O' Cluck yesterday?"
"Hmm, you're right Hobson, it does look a lot like that, single gunshot wound to the head, employee of the restaurant." He jotted this down.
"What happened?" Steve enquired, having had the better part of the week off to take care of Bob's.
Lieutenant Morrison looked up from his notepad. "You know that chicken place a couple of blocks away? Well there was a Cuban girl found dead in the ice machine yesterday, not a pretty sight. She turned out to be an employee. "
"Do we have enough similarities to call it a serial killer?" Mark butted in.
The lieutenant chuckled. Everyone at Steve's precinct knew and loved the old man, but it always amused them when he got himself into the murder investigations. "It looks like it, but we're not too sure yet. The girl who found the body couldn't tell us much, she passed out when the corpse rolled out of the ice bin."
Steve snickered. "There's a similarity right there!"
"I did not pass out!" Jesse exclaimed defensively, wincing. "I hit my head."
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"Steve, we're out of sauce! I'll go make some more!" Jesse Travis called to his preoccupied partner across the extremely crowded BBQ Bob's.
Steve Sloan hurriedly carried plates of food and trays of drinks to their respective tables as he wondered where he and Jesse's help, a new Mexican fellow that Jesse had hired by the name of Jose' Garcia, was. He was supposed to have been to the restaurant almost an hour ago. "Okay Jess, hurry up though."
Jesse rushed to the back of the restaurant to the refrigerator. As he opened the door, he thought he smelled a rather strange, unpleasant odor. *Stupid rotten meat.* As he knelt down to get the barbeque sauce ingredients, Jesse noticed something blocking his way to the ketchup. This was the least of the young doctor and restaurant owner's worries as he realized that as he was moving the obstruction, he was touching human flesh. Very cold human flesh. The shock of finding a presumably dead body in the refrigerator coupled with the hard knock on the head he gave himself when he jumped back in surprise sent Jesse swirling quickly into unconsciousness.
Steve, meanwhile, was having just about as hard a time, but, contrarily, with living people. As choruses of "Where's my food?", "Can I get some service here?", and occasionally an, "Excuse me, where's the bathroom?" rang out across his restaurant, Steve retreated to the back to retrieve Jesse, who was taking entirely too long to make the stupid sauce.
"Jesse, get your butt out here!" Steve shouted, getting no response. "What's taking you so--Jesse?!" Steve ran over the small figure on the floor, halfway inside the ajar walk-in fridge. Kneeling down and checking for a pulse (out of force of habit),
Steve gave a shout as he discovered the source of Jesse's sudden incapacitation. Yep, it was dead alright. Steve grabbed the phone to call the cops as he checked on Jesse, who was beginning to come to as a result of Steve's efforts to arouse him.
"Jesse, what happened?" Steve calmly asked his jumpy friend, while at the same time trying to relay that information to the police.
"I'm not sure," Jesse groaned, rubbing the back of his head. "I just found the body stuffed under this shelf, then I jumped back and hit my head, that's all." Jesse squinted and took a closer look at the body. "Hey! That's Jose'!" he exclaimed as Steve hung up with the police.
"The cops will be here in a few minutes," Steve announced, putting away his cell phone. "What'd you say?"
Jesse pointed a trembling finger at the cadaver. "It's Jose', the guy I just hired!"
Steve suddenly cringed as he heard a crash and yells coming from the dining room. "I'll be right back," he excused him self to his coworkers, living and dead. He walked up to the register and ducked as he saw a plate flung at his head. "Look, I'm sorry everybody, but you're all going to have to leave! This is an official crime scene. Take a coupon on your way out," Steve continued to announce amongst many groans and a piece of meat or two throw at him. Once all the former customers were gone, he wiped himself off and went back to the back to continue his investigation. "Can you tell what happened to him?" he asked as Jesse seemed to be looking over the body.
"Gunshot wound to the head," Jesse announced, reaching up and rubbing his own aching one.
Who would do this? Steve tried to think. Murder a restaurant employee and hide him in the refrigerator?
"Sloan, are you two back here?" Steve's thoughts were shattered by the entrance of Lieutenant Morrison, a few uniformed cops, and, of course the county medical examiner and the Head of Internal Medicine of Community General Hospital, who, when alerted to the disturbance at his son's store, just had to come along with Amanda.
"Yeah Bob, over here, by the fridge."
Morrison led the gang over, shivered, and took a look at the body. He shivered again at the cold air from the refrigerator. "Ooo, that's not pretty. Any idea what happened?" he asked, taking out his notepad. Amanda began examining the corpse.
Steve turned the stage over to Jesse. "Well, I found him back here stuffed up under the shelf while I was making some barbeque sauce. I realized I had found a dead body in my restaurant, it startled me, and I jumped back and hit my head. That's all I remember until Steve came back and woke me up."
"He died of a gunshot wound to the head," Amanda announced, looking up from the body.
The Lieutenant jotted a few things down. "Do you have a name for this fellow?"
"Yeah, I just hired him, his name's Jose' Garcia. Nice Mexican guy," Jesse mumbled, still a bit disoriented.
Mark, momentarily loosing interest in his snoopings for more medical purposes, knelt down next to Jesse. "Let's take a look at that head." He gently prodded and 'hmm'ed' at the lump at the back of Jesse's head, then asked the younger man to follow his finger. "Well Jess, you've got quite a bump, but I think you'll be alright."
Jesse smiled tiredly as Mark got up to get him an ice pack.
A young rookie who had been assigned to the Morrison looked thoughtful. "Hey Lieutenant, doesn't this look kind of like that murder over at the Bucket O' Cluck yesterday?"
"Hmm, you're right Hobson, it does look a lot like that, single gunshot wound to the head, employee of the restaurant." He jotted this down.
"What happened?" Steve enquired, having had the better part of the week off to take care of Bob's.
Lieutenant Morrison looked up from his notepad. "You know that chicken place a couple of blocks away? Well there was a Cuban girl found dead in the ice machine yesterday, not a pretty sight. She turned out to be an employee. "
"Do we have enough similarities to call it a serial killer?" Mark butted in.
The lieutenant chuckled. Everyone at Steve's precinct knew and loved the old man, but it always amused them when he got himself into the murder investigations. "It looks like it, but we're not too sure yet. The girl who found the body couldn't tell us much, she passed out when the corpse rolled out of the ice bin."
Steve snickered. "There's a similarity right there!"
"I did not pass out!" Jesse exclaimed defensively, wincing. "I hit my head."
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HEY YA'LL!! SO, WHAT DO YA THINK? PLEASE REVIEW!! I'LL TRY TO GET ANOTHER CHAPTER UP SOON, BUT I'M A BIT STUMPED! PLEEEEEASE REVIEW!