Walking through the crime scene, the rookie is looking a little green. I pull out the evidence bag and gloves to begin collecting the remains. “Don’t stand their princess, get down here and get your hands dirty!” The rookie slowly bends down closer the gore. Too engrossed in the wretch scene, he failed to hear the footsteps behind him. In swift movement the killer with surgical precision, slices through the rookies neck adding his head to the bloody mess. With relief, I rise to my feet, take the payment and walk off. This is the end. I am now free from the servitude of this black soul!