Detective Wolf and the Flatwoods Fighter
When Wolf regained conciousness he saw the blackness of the swamp. Esooz was gone. Police lights shot out from the tree lines back up to the road, as officers walked through and spoke with paramedics. A news crew seemed to arrive to the scene, and Wolf watched as up above Esooz first appeared into view, with a completed look on his face, and then was swarmed by cameras and lustful housewives who liked their crime true.
With a sigh Wolf realized it was midnight. He had been gone for about five hours now, from the direction he noticed his shadow was making. Esooz, whole not fully audible to Wolf, was still loud enough for him to eat the gist of it. Apparently he had followed Wolf after noticing a delay in his sleep schedule, which was exceptionally creepy on its own, but Wolf ignored that for anger as Esooz, in the tone of a parent speaking to a stupid child, explained exactly who had killed Mr Kenwood. Though he tried to give Wolf credit, that aspect was glossed over. A figure arose from the tree closest to Wolf. It was a man with a police badge and solemn eyes, and a black pants and jacket. His name was Detective Black. He was the direct superior of Wolf and Esooz, and had been the one to make them partners. Wolf could never say why, but he always felt like Black was a vulture orbiting a dying lion. As if he was waiting to strike, and that day could not come nearly as fast enough
With a sigh Wolf realized it was midnight. He had been gone for about five hours now, from the direction he noticed his shadow was making. Esooz, whole not fully audible to Wolf, was still loud enough for him to eat the gist of it. Apparently he had followed Wolf after noticing a delay in his sleep schedule, which was exceptionally creepy on its own, but Wolf ignored that for anger as Esooz, in the tone of a parent speaking to a stupid child, explained exactly who had killed Mr Kenwood. Though he tried to give Wolf credit, that aspect was glossed over. A figure arose from the tree closest to Wolf. It was a man with a police badge and solemn eyes, and a black pants and jacket. His name was Detective Black. He was the direct superior of Wolf and Esooz, and had been the one to make them partners. Wolf could never say why, but he always felt like Black was a vulture orbiting a dying lion. As if he was waiting to strike, and that day could not come nearly as fast enough