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bodies and BODIES and bodies some more

Last night at work was hopping. Apparently, unbeknownst to me as I hadn't read it, a neighboring town's paper had posted a picture of a tattoo on the front page, inquiring to the name of the owner. It seems said tat was inscribed on the body of a woman that had been found beaten to death with a hammer, strangled and bitten then rolled in a big plastic tarp and dumped off in a vacant lot in the neighboring town.

WELL. Wouldn't you know that this poor victim happened to be from our little burg! Therefore I spent the night fielding phone calls from news media and family members and detectives from the other city, trying to round up every single piece of paper detailing every single interaction our department had with this victim, and also trying to answer questions for other officers trying to figure out where they knew the victim from, all the while ALSO doing my actual job-job!

To top it off, the first half of the shift my coworker was our parking enforcement aide Shirley, who LOOKS like the wicked witch of the east and is on so many anti-depressants she's a kook. The second half of the shift was covered by CindyWhoStealsHer14YrOldDaughter'sClothing. Last night, she chose to wear painted on pants with a snakeskin pattern, a spaghetti-strapped olive green tank top and something that resembled the doily from my grandmother's coffee table over it all.

This doilyshirt, of the crocheted variety, had a huge neckline, which often had her jerking it up over her cleavage. At one point, detectives from the neighboring city entered our lobby. She stood up, and the shirt fell down. Needless to say, they couldn't have seen much more at a strip club.

Our handbook for work covers the basics: basic office attire is required, no sneakers, no shorts, no denim, etc. It doesn't, however, cover doily-wear. Interesting stuff.

Can you imagine sitting down to read your newspaper and seeing a picture of your sister's tattoo in the paper, seemingly attached to a dead body that is waiting for someone to identify it? I can't even begin to imagine how that would feel. And that's how the body was identified. The girl's sister opened her paper and saw her sister's tat spread out as a piece in a murder puzzle. Poor girl.

From what I've gathered at this point, Victim was a woman of "loose virtue" and would meet a male subject at our local TacoHell for transport to market to sell her "wares". Seems she sold more than that, although the price on a life seems kind of steep to me.

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On other fronts, calling hours yesterday went as well as can be expected. Char and her family were understandably emotional, although her mother kept it together really well. I'm thinking she's going to have a tough time the first time she's completely alone. There's been someone with her 24-7 since her spouse died, and I think that's buffered it all some.

I spoke with my mother yesterday evening for a short period of time, and she was intoxicated so that cut it even shorter. I'm picking up my little sister this afternoon so she can spend some time with the boys. Never fails to make me laugh that one of my sons is the same age as his auntie and the other is only a year younger. They get along really well though, and this will afford us all the opportunity of some quality time together.

Holy mackerel. I need to hop in the shower and start readying for the funeral this morning. This became the entry that wouldn't stop!

Happy Thursday everyone. The weekend is almost here!

And I DON'T HAVE TO WORK TODAY!!!

N.

9:02 a.m. - 2003-07-24

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