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Horatio was still in his office reading his document when a weather announcement came over the radio waves.
"Sorry to interrupt the song, but there is some breaking news about our storm that will be rolling into the area. Before, we're going to just clip the end of it, but it has changed courses, and it looks like we're going to be in the middle of it before long. Look for the rain to start in a matter of minutes, and for conditions to worsen as the day goes on. I'm Corey Ofendahl, now back to your classic rock, here's Rock you like a Hurricane by the Scorpions."
At that time, a call came into Horatio's office.
"Yeah," he answered.
"I've got a murder tip for you boys," a strange voice said.
"Who the hell is this and how the hell did you get this number?"
"Nevermind that, you boys better get down here though," he said
"Then where are you at?"
"St. Michael's," he said.
"What St. Michael's?"
The answer to that question was a click of the phone at the other end.
Horatio angrily slammed down the phone and walked out of his office fast.
"Delko!" he yelled. "You're not going to be bored for long."
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Jon laughed as he looked his wife in the eyes as he hung up his cell phone.
"You dumb bitch," he said, putting the phone in his pocket. "This will teach you to sleep around."
His wife was crying into the rag tied around her mouth. She had her arms tied behind her back and he legs taped together, along with her body taped to the wall. "No," she murmured into the rag. "Please, Jon, don't."
Jon just laughed as he hit her across the face with the butt of the pistol he had in his hand.
"I would let you go, but you sleep around. I lost my trust in you; it's time you lose trust in me. Bye Misty," he said putting the gun to her forehead and pulling the trigger.
Before he ran out of the hospital, he grabbed an address book out of Misty's desk. He figured, if it was a male name that he didn't know, it was one of her lovers, and he was going to give them what they deserve.
Jon jumped into Joel's large white cargo van. He had the radio blaring to his favorite classic rock, and one of his favorite songs was just getting over with.
"..am, rock you like a hurricane," he sang.
Jon chuckled, amazed at how his brother was acting.
"You know Jon," he started. "I think that this song should be our theme song for today, I mean, we're rocking them out of their minds."
Again, Jon laughed and looked at the clock. It was 8:03, and just starting to rain.
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Horatio was still in his office reading his document when a weather announcement came over the radio waves.
"Sorry to interrupt the song, but there is some breaking news about our storm that will be rolling into the area. Before, we're going to just clip the end of it, but it has changed courses, and it looks like we're going to be in the middle of it before long. Look for the rain to start in a matter of minutes, and for conditions to worsen as the day goes on. I'm Corey Ofendahl, now back to your classic rock, here's Rock you like a Hurricane by the Scorpions."
At that time, a call came into Horatio's office.
"Yeah," he answered.
"I've got a murder tip for you boys," a strange voice said.
"Who the hell is this and how the hell did you get this number?"
"Nevermind that, you boys better get down here though," he said
"Then where are you at?"
"St. Michael's," he said.
"What St. Michael's?"
The answer to that question was a click of the phone at the other end.
Horatio angrily slammed down the phone and walked out of his office fast.
"Delko!" he yelled. "You're not going to be bored for long."
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Jon laughed as he looked his wife in the eyes as he hung up his cell phone.
"You dumb bitch," he said, putting the phone in his pocket. "This will teach you to sleep around."
His wife was crying into the rag tied around her mouth. She had her arms tied behind her back and he legs taped together, along with her body taped to the wall. "No," she murmured into the rag. "Please, Jon, don't."
Jon just laughed as he hit her across the face with the butt of the pistol he had in his hand.
"I would let you go, but you sleep around. I lost my trust in you; it's time you lose trust in me. Bye Misty," he said putting the gun to her forehead and pulling the trigger.
Before he ran out of the hospital, he grabbed an address book out of Misty's desk. He figured, if it was a male name that he didn't know, it was one of her lovers, and he was going to give them what they deserve.
Jon jumped into Joel's large white cargo van. He had the radio blaring to his favorite classic rock, and one of his favorite songs was just getting over with.
"..am, rock you like a hurricane," he sang.
Jon chuckled, amazed at how his brother was acting.
"You know Jon," he started. "I think that this song should be our theme song for today, I mean, we're rocking them out of their minds."
Again, Jon laughed and looked at the clock. It was 8:03, and just starting to rain.
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