The Culinary Massacre

investigationing 2

Barthemew pov

We're all at Jonny's house for a Crawfish club meeting and to see Cornelius and Strog.
Jonny just got home with pizza and Garfunkly is blowing raspberries on Strogs belly. The baby's laughter rang out. Cornelius looks exhausted and ultimately worn out but we need to find this killer.
"Ok," I said, grabbing a piece of cheese pizza. "Let's go back. We found a bloody hand. It's in a section where the cameras can't cover. So who was parked there that day?" I say bringing out some folders I brought with me.
"Ok so it was Mrs.Johnson who's like 90. Mr.Husky, Ms.Riley, and of course the principle, Ariana Grande." Garfunkly said grabbing pepperoni and bread sticks.
"Ok so that rules out Mrs.Johnson and Ariana Grande has been doing everything to catch the killer." Cornelius uttered.
"Yeah but what if she's doing that as a ruse to cover the fact that she's the killer?" Garfunkly argues. They break off and I take Strog into my arms.
"Have we thought about other cameras? Isn't there like a taco casa with cameras pointing right there?" Jonny brought up.
"Yeah we thought about that but when we pulled the footage everything was blacked out." Garfunkly said.
"Shit, so what about the fact no bodies have been found? Where are they going?" Cornelius brought up.
"Most likely cannibalism. I mean the killer only goes after kids who are bad, plump, or don't have any tattoos and no hard to reach piercings." Jonny said.
"Yeah but what about Braden? He had a tattoo?" Garfunkly brought up.
"Yeah but his body was found. Chloroform and stab wounds evident on the body." I said.
"Oh shit!" Cornelius suddenly said, grabbing everyone's attention. He was worried lying rustling around in the blankets.
"That was my last cheese crackers. Can one of you go get me some more?" He said looking up with a disappointed expression.
"Yeah, I can. I want a monster anyway." I say. I'm so low on energy my body needs one to function at this point.
"Ok, here's some cash." Cornelius said handing me a $20 bill.
"Thanks. I'll just hit the convenience store a few blocks from here." I say, opening the door.
"Well shit. Uh it's raining and I didn't bring a jacket." I say.
"Take my coat, it's in my room." Cornelius offers. I run up and get it off the bed.
I walk out the door. I pull my hood up and start walking. Water soaks through my yellow converse and my jeans are soaked in seconds but I honestly don't care. I reach into the pocket so my hands aren't soaked and put the money into a zipper pocket. I feel...dog treats? Oh wait yeah. Cornelius has puppies cause his dog gave birth.
I continue walking. I plug in my ear buds. The song Preacher starts playing. I bop my head up and down and dance a bit in the rain.
It's almost soothing. I see the convenience store and run up to it, avoiding traffic. I'm almost to the door when an arm wraps around my necks and a cloth is pressed to my face. My head starts fuzzing up and I pass out.
Shit.