The Walls Have Ears (Gumshoe theme)
Posted: Fri Dec 06, 2013 2:35 pm
Detective Jawline sat in his car. He was a rational man, not given to silly superstitions or old wives' tales. A rational man without a clue.
Every month for half a year, someone had gone missing under the full moon. The victims had no apparent connections or similarities. White, black, old, young, drug addict, dog lover. Nothing.
They searched the woods. They canvassed the truck stop and the crack houses. They dragged the lake. They learned nothing, found no one.
So when the full moon came around again, he decided it was time to stake out that old, abandoned werehouse.
Every month for half a year, someone had gone missing under the full moon. The victims had no apparent connections or similarities. White, black, old, young, drug addict, dog lover. Nothing.
They searched the woods. They canvassed the truck stop and the crack houses. They dragged the lake. They learned nothing, found no one.
So when the full moon came around again, he decided it was time to stake out that old, abandoned werehouse.