"Where the hell am I?"
"God, my head's about to explode..."
"What time is it?"
"Anyone here?"
"My eyes are burning..."
Detective Santos wipes his eyes, he saw blood.
"What the..."
Slowly he stood from the rickety bed, feeling his way up in the dark room. A small ray of light emanates from a neon sign hanging across the street.
It was midnight, the room is filthy, smelling of death.
He reached for his gun, feeling only an empty holster.
"F*ck...what the hell happened?"
Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a ghastly figure slumped on the floor. Blood oozing out of his head.
He moved closer, the stench around him getting stronger.
"Jones...shit...who did this to you?"
With his final breath, jones uttered, "Mario..."
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