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it, Chief Perkins is against choppers. Thinks choppers look like honey bees and are for wuzzies.”
    “Yeah I’m with him on that. Jets are cool. Choppers not so much.”
    “Don’t be ridiculous, they play a very important role in a range of areas…”
    “Like what?”
    “Firefighting, search and rescue, pursuit of people leaving Los Angeles…”
    “Ah, forget it. So what does County plan to do with the extra cash, give us a raise?”
    Jake shook his head, “You wish. Perkins’ son-in-law owns a car dealership in Eugene. Worst case scenario, they flood the troops with new Chargers.”
    “New Chargers?” Tyler lowered his beer, “Well, that doesn’t sound bad.”
    “Yeah, not bad at all.”
    “All hail the Chief,” Tyler raised his glass.
    “Hail… hail.”
    “We on the waitlist for one of those?” Tyler grimaced thinking about their forlorn ‘91 Caprice.
    “Indeed my man, indeed,” said Jake as barman Bill came over to check on them.
    “Anything else you boys want, something to eat perhaps… fries, wings?”
    “Just another beer. Might get something later when my date arrives,” informed Tyler.
    “Oh yeah, the date,” Jake looked at him, “so who’s the doomed damsel?”
    “I don’t know, met her at the gas station the other day. Said she had just moved into town for some job somewhere.”
    “Some job… somewhere, that’s all you got?”
    “Yeah,” shrugged Tyler.
    “Dude you’re a cop for Christ’s sake.”
    “I don’t know, she was easy on the eye and wasn’t from around here. Good enough for me. Win-win.”
    “What if she’s our serial killer?”
    “Jesus,” Tyler sighed in exasperation, “again with your cockamamie theories about starter serial killers and precipice of history bullshit.” Four feet away, Bill the barman perked his ears at the magic words, “Did you guys just say serial killer ?”
    Tyler waved him away, “No, no. Jake and I, we were just discussing some theories… some pretty wild ones actually. Nothing to worry about.”
    Like the regular dude that he was, Bill panicked immediately, “Shit, is this about that missing tourist at the inn. You guys think a serial killer cut him up?”
    “Relax, Bill. First of all there is no serial killer. Plus this is an ongoing investigation and hence confidential police business. You could go to prison for sneaking up and spying on a Lone Lake Deputy.”
    “Spying? Whaa…” staggered Bill, “Wait, so is there a serial killer running around town or not?”
    “No Bill, no. Just relax.”
    But Bill wouldn’t let it go, “Heard he’s into guys. What sorta guys he into… he into baldies like me… was the missing guy bald… what about sneakers… and hope he doesn’t like hoodies…”
    “Bill dude, for the last time, relax. Go get us some wings… nachos and another pitcher,” Tyler warded off Bill before ripping into Jake, “The fuck is wrong with you dude? You’re about to creep out the town with all this serial killer bullshit…”
    Before Jake could say it wasn’t bullshit, Tyler’s phone interrupted them with the arrival of a text. It was from Heather, his date from the gas station. She’d cancelled their date due to some unforeseen circumstances.
    “Shit, date’s off.”
    “Why, what’d she say?”
    “Something about an unforeseen circumstance.”
    “Makes sense. Bet she’s out there hiding the body right now…”
    “Fuck you.”
    “Right, she’s probably hacked him off already. Maybe she’s piling them up in her freezer.”
    “So she’s a cannibal now?”
    “What difference does it make? Serial killer, cannibal… it’s all one to me… all creepy as fuck.”
    “What… difference? Seriously did you just say that?” Tyler stared at Jake in disbelief, “Get your genres sorted out asshole.”
    Just then Bill returned with their fries and beer, “This one’s on the house guys… umm, I mean deputies. Appreciate all your hard work.”
    “Appreciate your appreciation,