Hey, guys! BD and GOTA are here with another chapter of 'At the End of Her Thoughts.' It has been over two years since the last chapter. Don't know what to say but it is back on. Since then, we have decided to keep it as a yandere story but with horror and suspense. In this chapter, Detective Mark Yamamoto interviews Sam Sharp, the witness that discovered the deceased Loud family members. What would occur in this interview? Stay tuned and find out. As a reminder, this is a work of fiction. If violence isn't your cup of tea, then please refrain from reading this. Enjoy!

The following commentary is audio recorded by Detective Mark Yamamoto of the Royal Woods Police Department. The recording was made on August 27 around 1:30 AM.

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Good evening! Well, I rather say Good Morning! This is Detective Mark Yamamoto of the Royal Woods Police Department, Fifth Precinct. I usually don't make personal recordings like this but nevertheless, I need to let some things out of my mind. It is hard to spill your guts out to your fellow colleagues. No need to think I am being afraid or timid. Detectives on the beat must personify this facade of showing no weakness. We must keep our feelings to ourselves. We are not in a caring business. My sergeant would tell us that this isn't UNICEF. If it was, then we would be out of a job.

Sorry, ladies and gentlemen. I had to change lanes. Yet again, why am I announcing this to you guys? This is more of my personal thoughts. I don't know. I often want to express my feelings to others but like I've said earlier, it is quite hard. It is too early to wake my wife and I am a bit fearful of consulting a therapist - too many prying eyes and ears. To be a metropolis of nearly a million, one person can see it all.

I am nearly a few minutes away from meeting with my next person of interest - Sam Sharp. Sharp, eighteen years old. A high school senior at Royal Woods Senior High. She was our caller who led police and the fire department to the bodies of the Loud family. Bless her tepid soul, knowing what is going on in her mind at this point in time. I just pray that we can keep this one alive.

Sometimes I ask myself am I cut for this line of work? Very intricate for I was torn from the same cloth. My father was a cop-turned-homicide detective. Served over fifteen years back in Japan and the remainder of his career with the Royal Woods Police Department. It was pertinent that I followed in his footsteps. Words were very absolute from his chapped lips. I have tried to not disappoint, let alone, step out of line with my father. Honor and integrity were the highest honors in our family. Break one, you break all. And shaming my family was the last thing I wanted to do.

So here I am. I have served my country in the Marines for many years and left with an honorary discharge. I became a policeman-turned-detective. I have been on the force since my twins were born. Now, the twins are having children of their own.

I wonder do they talk to their children in their bellies? Asking them if they are going to be good children? Are they praying at night that they will be good mothers? Do they hope that they can shield them away from the world? Hold them beneath their quilts. Protect them from the bad guys, the shysters, and the downtrodden of this city?

Did Rita Loud do that to her children? What about Mr. Loud? Were they the perfect parents? Very doubtful. I wasn't the best parent. My sergeant and my partner have seen more of me than my own children. My own wife. I thank the good Lord that we are still together. Moments like this I know she would phone me to check on me. She is a good woman. I love that woman. Three reasons: one, she knows that I can protect, provide, and profess. She knows I am a good husband and a damn good father. Two, despite the cultural differences of her being African American and I, Japanese, we have blended to become a unit. So, I have subsets of reasons for my love for my family. Three, she is my rock, the foundation that keeps me whole. A blessing, an angel in my eyesight. My best friend indeed.

It makes me think I should be a counselor more than a detective. Actually, that was my dream job. Becoming a mental health counselor. In my spare time, I would be in the library studying prolific serial killers. Dahmer, the BTK killer, the Son of Sam, the Boston Strangler, whomever. What goes on in their minds that had the urge to kill these people? Was it the assignment of the Lord? Or was it the devil? Was it a mission? Or for the sake of evil? For the sake of good?

That occurs in my mind when I study these cases. We were all infants. Just sponges exposed to this darkened, merciless world. Some sponges get treated with care. Others get the scum and left to mildew and rust. Which side were these people?

I am driving back to the precinct after receiving a call that the caller wants to talk to me. According to my information I have collected her name is Sam Sharp. Sam Sharp, aged eighteen, a high school senior at Royal Woods Senior High. She went to school with the alleged victims of the crime. She was also dating our alleged victim, Luna Loud. You must excuse me when I say 'alleged.' I don't want to factor out anything until I have all of the pieces in the puzzle.

Wait? Have I mentioned Sam earlier in this recording? Probably so, I guess I am growing weary. And who knows when I say that.

The coroner confirmed the bodies of Rita Loud, Lynn Loud, Sr., Lori Loud, Luan Loud, and Lola Loud. There are still more bodies to identify. Carbon monoxide inhalation, stab wounds. Wounds that we can only describe in a lack of a better word, gruesome. It was like a butcher shop. Never would I imagine a person, if you would like to call that beast a person, to do such horrific crimes. Even the coroner nearly lost his lunch and he has been around in this business for nearly forty years.

Life. Life is precious. According to the coroner, Lori Loud was pregnant. Barely making it to the first trimester. Poor soul, poor fetus. Unable to receive life. Cut short by the heinous crime in that home. Luan was only seventeen. Lola was only ten years old. I don't want to remind myself of their gruesome deaths. It is still fresh.

Sorry about my rambling. Back to my thoughts of the alleged victims. The coroner did pick up thirteen bodies. Five were accounted for and growing. I need things to be as accurate as possible before eliminating names and suspects. With our subjects Clyde McBride and Bobby Santiago deceased, that eliminates them from possible leads.

We have people in search of Ronnie Anne Santiago. We are attempting to make contact with her parents. According to one of my subordinates, Mrs. Santiago is busy in surgery with the doctor. Mr. Santiago is yet to be reached. Last known sighting was at a rest stop in Windsor in Canada. We aren't ready to notify Windsor or their fellow mounties. Don't want to appear as if it can go international. Knowing for the perp or perps, they could be heading that way. As for now, my gut instinct tells me that they are still within. No way would a beast leave without returning to the scene. It is in their nature to observe their work of art. A work of art! A fucking work of art! The miserable bastards! Wait, I am sorry. Excuse my ranting. Consider this portion off the record.

I hope this Sam Sharp character serves as a good lead. She is my own lead at this time. When I last spoke with a colleague, she wasn't in the best of shape. She is willing to talk. I mean, she is the one that made the call. I hope to God nothing happens to her. Just thinking about what Santiago told me still gives me the chills in his final breaths.

I am not a skeptic. I am not religious. I am spiritual to know my relationship with God. But, spirits! Yet again, who knows what kind of affliction this guy may have faced. My former captain once told me to all be open to anything. Nothing is left out until it is time to be left out. Even if I have a hard time believing what Santiago wrote in his note, I won't rule anything out. Damn you, Captain! If you were still alive, you would be a loving help.

I am turning into the station. I told the colleagues present to make Ms. Sharp comfortable. If she serves as a good lead that can provide me with details, then we need to make sure she is under constant care and constant watch. If I know psychopaths, they don't stray too far from the scene. This work of art is going to require observation. Knowing for them, they could have been present at the scene. If they knew that there was a person valuable enough to give detail, they would do anything to prevent that person from speaking. If Sam has what I hope she has, then it is important to keep her safe.

Let's just hope to the good Lord she won't be a suspect or homicide victim. Let alone another suicide victim.

Detective Mark Yamamoto turns the engine off of his car. A black Honda Accord. It was his personal car. His career was his life and he wasn't going to stop living because of his status as an officer of the law. He enters the doors that led to the corridor. He bows his head towards a fellow officer as he gets to the elevator.

Because it is late into the midnight hour, he doesn't expect many to be at his office.

The elevator opens and he steps out into the hallway. He nods at a janitor as he prepares to dust the air conditioning vents. The office is as quiet as he expects to be. At his peripheral, he spots a young teenage girl lying on the chair. She is covered with her school jacket and appears to be asleep. Next to her is a set of car keys, a cell phone, a guitar pick, and a picture. As he walks toward her, the picture is of her and her girlfriend at a concert. They weren't alone. In the center was a picture of Lincoln Loud. He, too, is the alleged victim of the gruesome attacks less than forty-eight hours ago.

He coughs to get the girl's attention. "Excuse me, Ms. Sharp." He is firm, not stern. He had daughters that were her age. New to life, self-discovery, never in the equation that she would be involved in multiple homicides.

Sam snaps her eyes. She hesitatingly grips her sweater jacket. Her eyes focus on the detective. Her lips quiver. "Are you Det. Yamamoto?"

"Yes, ma'am, I am." He extends his hands. "Good evening, Ms. Sharp. I am here as you say that you want to speak to me."

"Show me your badge. Just for clarification," she asks him in a serious tone. The detective displays his badge, his ID, his gun, and the like. "Everything I need to verify myself as an officer of the law."

"Thanks and sorry," she said. "I've been through a lot over the past couple of days." She takes a sharp breath. He knows she is trying her hardest not to cry.

"Step into my office and we can discuss this."

[Det. Yamamoto]: Good morning, today is Saturday, August 27th. It is a few minutes after two in the morning. This is Detective Mark Yamamoto with the Royal Woods Police Department, Precinct 5, Homicide Division. I am representing myself in this interview with supporting officers filming and recording this informal interview for clarification and documentation. Officers Q. Brown and J. Tatum are presiding officers. I am here interviewing Sam Sharp. She is our witness who phoned the police after suspecting the scent of gas coming from the Loud Residence. As a reminder, this interview coincides with the recent Loud family homicides that had occurred on August 25th at 1120 Franklin Avenue, Royal Woods, Michigan. The bodies were discovered around 4:45 PM.

My subject voluntarily phoned police this evening after leaving Oakland County General Hospital. As I remind her she isn't under arrest. This is a routine interview so I can clear her off of the list.

[Det. Yamamoto]: You are being recorded as of now, Ms. Sharp. State your name for the record.

[Sam]: Samantha Sharp. S-A-M-A-N-T-H-A S-H-A-R-P.

[Det. Yamamoto]: Samantha, Ms. Sharp. What do you prefer?

[Sam]: Just call me Sam, Detective. [scratches her nose]

[Det. Yamamoto]: Ok, listen up, Sam. We would like to inform you that you are not under arrest. This is an informal interview as you wanted to see me on your own volition. Is that correct?

[Sam]: Yes, sir.

[Det. Yamamoto]: Thank you, Sam. Would you like anything to drink?

[Sam]: [shakes her head] No, sir. I am good. Thanks!

[Det. Yamamoto]: Anything to smoke?

[Sam]: [waves her hands] No, sir. Thank you anyway.

[Det. Yamamoto]: Yes, ma'am. So, why are you here this evening?

[Sam]: {inhales}

[Det. Yamamoto]: It's okay, sweetheart. Take your time. I know this has to be the biggest pill to swallow in your life. [gives her a tissue] I am terribly sorry for your loss.

[Sam]: [takes napkin] Thank you. {sniffle} This...this...this doesn't feel so real. It is like I am trapped in a horror story. A nightmare. A nightmare where I want to wake up. {sniffle} I just want to give you as much information as I can. And to prove that I am not involved in these murders.

[Det. Yamamoto]: You can their deaths murders.

[Sam]: What else could it be? No normal person would do something like that. I have read Creepypasta in the past about family gruesomely taking their own lives. Not the Loud family. They are too kind of people to do harm upon themselves.

[Det. Yamamoto]: A wise choice, dear. I respect your point of view. We are trying our hardest to eliminate as many people to find our main suspect or suspects. Besides, we aren't implicating you or anybody at this time. We are just following a rudimentary routine of ruling out any suspects, I mean subjects.

[Sam]: It's okay! {sniffles} Luna and I have seen too many movies about things like this. The old girl would have had a good laugh at this. [she blows her nose with the napkin]

[Det. Yamamoto]: Luna Loud was your….

[Sam]: {cuts off Det. Yamamoto} Significant other? She is my girlfriend. Well, she was...was…{sniffle} Damn it, God! Say it isn't so! Fuck!

[Det. Yamamoto]: Forgive me, Sam. We didn't mean to put you in a tight spot. We need to cover every ground. No rock unturned.

[Sam]: I get you, Detective!

[Det. Yamamoto]: How long have you and Luna been together?

[Sam]: Three years! We've been dating since we were 15. I was the one who asked her out. I wrote a love letter.

[Det. Yamamoto]: I remember those days. An old-fashioned. An old soul?

[Sam]: Didn't have a phone. At least a smartphone. The old man didn't like teenagers with phones and my dad's girlfriend wouldn't budge. At least it worked.

[Det. Yamamoto}: You and Luna were close? I mean have you...

[Sam]: This seems a bit rude, doesn't it? Especially for what has happened.

[Det. Yamamoto]: My apologies and my condolences. Listen, I am not questioning your love life like a diary. As of matter of fact, we have yet to identify her body as yet.

[Sam]: You haven't? I thought it was said that there were 13 bodies.

[Det. Yamamoto]: You're correct. But we aren't certain until DNA can confirm.

[Sam]: So, is there hope that she could be alive?

[Det. Yamamoto]: {sighs through his nose} Until the coroner analyzes the bodies, it is all in speculation. Why would you think that Luna is possibly alive?

[Sam]: {inhales sharply} {twiddles her thumbs}

[Det. Yamamoto]: Everything okay, Ms. Sharp?

[Sam]: {takes a deep breath} I am so sorry, baby! There has to be hope! Got to be!

[Det. Yamamoto]: Ms. Sharp, talk to me. What are you talking about?

[Sam leans back in her seat. She scratches under her chin.]

[Det. Yamamoto]: Sam?

[Sam]: {takes a deep breath} Sorry, Detective! It is just...just...just. {she looks at the detective} {self-defecated laughter} I got into a conversation with one of Lincoln's friends a few days back. {snaps her fingers} Clyde! Clyde! That's his name! Clyde McBride!

[Det. Yamamoto]: {reaches for an ink pen} Clyde McBride! What is your relationship with Mr. McBride?

[Sam]: I told you that he is Lincoln's best friend.

[Det. Yamamoto]: Actually, you've said one of Lincoln's friends. But, that isn't the point. Can you explain your conversation with me.

[Sam]: {scoots chair forward} I was waiting outside of my fifth period class. It was only me and Tabby. Luna was getting some snacks from the cafeteria and I saw Clyde walking to my direction.

[Det. Yamamoto]: Does that sound like something of his character?

[Sam]: We are not in the same circles. But, it wasn't like we didn't talk. He appeared panicked. As if someone was out to get him.

{Det. Yamamoto]: Out to get him?

[Sam]: Clyde has always had his issues. I mean he sees a shrink weekly. But, when he wanted to talk to me alone. I thought he wanted to keep a secret from Lincoln or wanted to talk about Lincoln's upcoming event.

[Det. Yamamoto]: Event? What are you talking about?

[Sam]: Lincoln is a manga artist. He makes comics! Well, he had a comic that was published and they were planning an event at the Final Frontier.

[Det. Yamamoto scribbles some notes in his paper. He still keeps his eyes on Sam.]

[Sam]: Anyway, Clyde and I went outside at the library and asked me some strange questions.

[Det. Yamamoto]: What kind of questions?

[Sam]: 'Have you noticed any strange things going on at the Loud House?' 'Has Leni did anything strange while I was with Luna at the house.' {she cracks her fingers} The way he was sounding, I think he was warning me about something.

[Det. Yamamoto]: Explain further, Ms. Sharp. I am saying this because we need to know every single thing he had said to you about Lincoln, Luna, whoever about the family. Excuse my language but we have a home full of dead people.

Detective Yamamoto decided not to release any information regarding the deaths of Clyde McBride and Bobby Santiago. He knew that Clyde was connected to Lincoln and Bobby was connected to Lori. With the confirmation of Lori's body, there wasn't any confirmation on Lincoln's body. He had asked the coroner to be around-the-clock for autopsies. He couldn't forget the comment that Bobby informed the others as they were dying. He wanted those bodies examined like they had a five-tooth comb. Yamamoto wanted to narrow suspects and solve this case in a timely manner. With two suicides and a missing girl, time was against him.

[Sam]: You don't think I know that, detective! I was there!

[Det. Yamamoto]: Sorry, you're right. Look, we are not trying to stir up the pot. We have no direction. There is a killer out there and we need to know something to start from somewhere. [places pen down before placing it in his pocket] Tell me what you know. Anything that can help us solve this case.

[Sam]: {licks her lips} On one condition. If I tell you what I know, there is information that shouldn't be released in court or any media. {sighs through her nose} Things that I don't want to do to break Luna's heart. That is if she is alive.

[Det. Yamamoto]: That depends on the vitality of this case.

[Sam]: {slams hand on table} Please, Detective! If I tell you what I know, there is some information that shouldn't be released to the public. I've already messed up with Luna. I don't want to lose her again. {points at the sheet of paper] Have it written for me that I have immunity of certain verbiage that is to be said, then I can give you what I know.

[Det. Yamamoto]: You have a deal, Sam! Just don't cross me, miss! There are dead bodies out there and I need to know whatever you know.

[Sam]: Okay!

[Det. Yamamoto]: Mr. McBride approached you after school regarding Lincoln and Luna. What reason would he address you out of all people?

[Sam]: {exhales loudly} I was sleeping with Lincoln behind my girlfriend's back.

[Det. Yamamoto]: You were having an affair?

[Sam]: Please don't say that. It hurts me to cheat on my Luna. But, I couldn't help it. It was an accident. It wasn't even supposed to last. It was supposed to be a one-time thing.

[Det. Yamamoto]: How long have you and Lincoln carried this affair?

[Sam]: Eight months.

[Det. Yamamoto]: I am not a relationship expert. You're young and cheating comes with the territory. So, it seems that Mr. McBride approached you because you are with Lincoln.

[Sam]: Yes, sir. Lincoln and I would meet after school at my place. Some days, I would come to his studio at the Final Frontier because the owner allows him to use it after hours. It is there where he would have sex. I promise, Detective, that our relationship was nothing more than sex. I was only comforting him.

[Det. Yamamoto]: What does McBride want to ask you about Lincoln?

[Sam]: Over the last few months, Lincoln has been facing trouble at home. He never liked talking about with me. He always wore his emotions well.

[Det. Yamamoto]: What kind of abuse?

[Sam]: Physical! Physical, okay!

[Det. Yamamoto]: Who was harming Lincoln? His mother? His father? A stranger?

[Sam]: {looks to the floor}

[Det. Yamamoto]: Ms. Sharp?

[Sam]: {continues looking to the floor}

[Det. Yamamoto]: Look, Ms. Sharp! You are going to be in good hands. If you are protecting yourself from the killer….

[Sam]: You don't know what kind of force you are dealing with. {clicks her tongue} The fact I am telling you this is more fearful than what it seems. I am just giving my details. God! {clicks her tongue again} Clyde was telling me that he believes that Lincoln's sister, Leni, might be the one responsible for abusing Lincoln.

[Det. Yamamoto]: Leni Loud?

[Sam]: Yes, Detective!

[Det. Yamamoto]: Why would Clyde ask you a question about that?

[Sam]: Clyde explained that Lincoln's friend, Ronnie Anne Santiago and him were talking. They were explaining that the manga might be some clue or something. He didn't get into much detail about it.

[Det. Yamamoto]: What manga?

[Sam]: I don't know how to say it in Japanese. It is called "At The End of Her Thoughts." I knew Luna talked to me about it but I didn't get into it. I am more in reality than fantasy.

[Det. Yamamoto]: What more did Clyde say?

[Sam]: Nothing more. Just about if Leni is doing things to Lincoln or things that might be going on in the household?

[Det. Yamamoto]: What about Luna? Did she ever talk about it?

[Sam]: Luna was always her calm and kooky self. I didn't notice much of a change. Then yet again, we didn't see each other too often because my free time was with her brother.

[Det. Yamamoto]: Did Lincoln mention anything about Leni or any other abuse?

[Sam]: Detective, it wasn't like I didn't care about them. I really did. However, I was going through my fair share of problems that even if he mentioned it, I wasn't paying attention. I am selfish. I am weak. I cheat on my girlfriend to fuck her brother. I have low self-esteem. I use drugs. My father can't stop hitting me. My father's girlfriend makes fun of me. {grips her chin} I didn't care who I slept with as long as I can feel something other than disgust. I slept with Lincoln because I knew where he was coming from. He hid his feelings like me. If there were things, he didn't talk about it. Sex was our medicine and whenever we had doubts, we would use it. I love my Luna but I was being selfish.

[Det. Yamamoto]: When was the last time you saw Lincoln Loud?

[Sam]: {grips the table} {exhales loudly} The last time I saw Lincoln was at the Final Frontier. August 23rd.

[Det. Yamamoto]: Tell me everything that you did on that day.

[Sam]: Lincoln and I were at my house. We were having our casual sex. He did receive phone calls but he never answered them. He just got quiet on certain kinds.

[Det. Yamamoto]: How long were you and Lincoln at your house?

[Sam]: My father and his girlfriend went to Windsor for the week. He came over the night before. I knew he wasn't looking well. We immediately rushed into my room. He pushed me toward the bed. Before I could respond, he was pulling off my pants. I grew excited. He reached for his pants and pulled it down. He got on top of me and we fucked. After spending the night with me, we went to the Final Frontier together. I was helping him set up for the event.

[Det. Yamamoto]: Wait a minute! You said that you didn't know much about the manga. Yet, you are helping him set up the event.

[Sam]: Yes and no! Yes, I know he was making a manga! No, I don't know the contents. Just whatever Clyde was trying to tell me.

[Det. Yamamoto]: What did he tell you?

[Sam]: Clyde had to leave. He looked frightened. He turned pale. As if he saw a ghost and he left. That was actually the last time I saw him.

[Det. Yamamoto]: Explain more about the Final Frontier.

[Sam]: While I was helping him, he continued getting phone calls. However, he never answered. He looked scared until it went off. I did take a peek at the name of the contact.

[Det. Yamamoto]: What did it say?

[Sam]: Akuma!

[Det. Yamamoto]: Akuma?

[Sam]: Yeah!

[Det. Yamamoto]: {grips his hands together} So, whenever he got calls from this "Akuma," he got frozen?

[Sam]: He did! Even last night when I was checking his phone. This "Akuma" called him at least 30 times last night. Even a couple of times that day.

[Det. Yamamoto]: When did you leave the Final Frontier?

[Sam]: Around 8:00 PM.

[Det. Yamamoto]: Where did you go following this?

[Sam]: I went to the pharmacy to purchase a pregnancy test. I had a missed period. I went to grab something to eat and I went to bed. I have the receipts somewhere if you want proof.

[Det. Yamamoto]: Yes, we would love that to have proof. And we will be looking at the places you've visited to confirm your alibi.

[Sam]: That won't be a problem. {looks at the window}

[Det. Yamamoto]: Are you okay?

[Sam]: I'm fine! Why would you say that?

[Det. Yamamoto]: Just an observation is all. I've noticed that you have been looking at the window periodically.

[Sam]: Not used to my surroundings. A concrete environment as this would make anyone question. Especially if we know we aren't going to get out.

[Det. Yamamoto]: Just so you know, you aren't under arrest. Despite asking for immunity, you are more than welcome to leave.

There is a knock at the door. Officer Tatum walks over and sees that it is a fellow detective. The detective is wearing a large overcoat and a black Kangol hat. He whispers into the officer's ear, pointing at Detective Yamamoto. Yamamoto watches as the fellow officer comes to his side.

"The detective is from St. Clair County. He says it is very important and may be beneficial to the case," says Officer Tatum in a faint voice.

Detective Yamamoto dislikes whenever he gets interrupted in sessions. This is currently their only lead and there isn't much assurance on the strength of this lead. He turns to Officer Tatum's ear. "Is this serious? I am currently working!"

"Detective, it is about a severed body they have found in St. Clair County. He said that it may have links to our current Loud Family murder case," replies the officer.

Detective Yamamoto shuts his eyes and takes deep breaths. He is already stressed. The detriments of allowing this affecting him personally. He scoots his chair back and looks over to Sam. "Sam, I am going to take a brief recess." He turns to Officer Brown. "Whatever Ms. Sharp needs. A cigarette? Something to eat? A drink? Let her get it. I will be right back."

Detective Yamamoto formally bows to Sam as he grabs his items and walks out of the room. As he exits, he sees the detective in question. Detective Oscar Pine. He is quite aware of his works and the reputation he carries in neighboring St. Clair. Detective Pine removes his glove to shake Yamamoto's hand. "

"Yamamoto," says Detective Pine. "It has been a while."

Yamamoto returns Pine's handshake. "Same. Now, what is going on in your jurisdiction that is affecting mine?" Yamamoto doesn't want to appear rude with his greeting. Nevertheless, he knows that this isn't a social call either.

"Sorry, Detective." He coughs to maintain his composure. "Earlier around one this morning, we received a call about a fire off the Henderson Memorial Highway. Since it is located near my jurisdiction, we have taken the case." The detective reaches for his briefcase. He places it on the nearby table where he opens it. Inside contains a file folder. "The body is charred and the body is severed. Anything that we could attain, it didn't do any good. However, we did find something useful." The detective grabs an evidence bag. Within the vacuum-sealed plastic bag shows an ID. Upon seeing this, his mouth goes agape.

Sam Sharp

"This must be a mistake," says Yamamoto. "There is no way that victim is Sam Sharp."

The St. Clair detective folds his arms. "We aren't sure if that is or isn't. The body has been sent to the coroner's office for autopsy and positive ID."

Yamamoto nervously laughs. "I say this because we have a Sam Sharp sitting…."

It is the sound of a loud bang coming from the interview room that interrupts their conversation. It sounds like someone is beating their head against the table. Yamamoto excuses himself from Pine and enters the room.

Oh, my God! Officer down! I repeat! Officer down!

Send an EMT over immediately! Oh, God! Officer is bleeding everywhere!

Oh my God! Oh my God! What in the hell is that.

Holy hell! Stay away from me!

God, help me! Somebody help me!

[recording interrupted]

The following is a tape recording that was found by a FWS agency in the Detroit River International Wildlife Refuge on August 27th at 2:35 PM.

Where are you taking me?

I am going to free us! I am going to take us away from this place.

You're scaring me. Please stop!

You should have known better than to break those ties we made. That trust. Oh, sweetness! Do you know I love you this much that I can kill? I love you to the point I will harm you and then myself. That is how much I care about you.

Please, this can be different. I won't talk. I won't go to the police.

Don't worry! I forgive you. However, your mind and body is a different story. It needs cleansing. It needs a change.

Please, no!

I love you and don't forget that. It is for your own good!

Hmm-Hmm! Hmmmmmmm!

Don't struggle! Don't struggle! Don't, please, don't! You're making this harder on yourself. Just freeing us. Just freeing us. Just freeing us.

[end transmission]

GOTA: Quite a turn we are making it.

BD: This will be more of a change than my usual works. But, it should be better. Here is hoping we finish this.

GOTA: Our goal for 2020 is to tie up loose ends. It will work out. Stay tuned for more, ladies and gentlemen.