"There's a note on the body", Ryan says. Chris picks it up. "I'm not reading this shit it's too long."
Addy grabs the paper from Chris and reads it out loud. "You've caught the wrong guys, you've sent them to jail, everyone you caught were innocen...
-I scream you scream we all scream for ice cream scream.Rah! Rah! Rah!Tuesdays, Mondays, we all scream for sundaes.Sis-boom-bah!Boola-boola, sarsaparoolla. If you've got chocolate, we'll take vanoola. I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream.Rah! Rah! Rah! I scream, you scream we all scream for ice cream-
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Suspect Name: Billy Tucker Age: 76
DOB: 1942 May 3rd Gender: male Height: 5'6 Reasons for investigation: killing of children Occupation: ice cream man Material status: Married
I could hear the old man's humming the song loudly rocking in his chair back and forth without a care in the world.
We all sat down in the investigation room except for Addy. She needed to figure out if Chris's child was among the many body parts.
She needed to know if the children in the truck matched all the missing children reports parents filled out. We needed to know if they're still missing or dead. Her job was to identify each body.
Addy had a lot on her hands.
"What brings me here today officers? It's such a glorious day outside have you seen the weather? The sun is shining as bright as ever!" He says to us.
"This guy is nuts!" Ryan says out loud. Chris begins to rapidly tap his feet on the floor anxious.
The old man smiles. "Billy Tucker?"
"Call me Mr.Tucker"
"Mr.Tucker. How long have you been working as an ice cream man". "Much younger than you son, it was way back in 1984 and..." "Mr. Tucker, do you know why your here?" "Well of course." He says.
We waited...
"Why?"
"Well your my grandson, you came to visit me after all these lovely years." Nick looked at him confused. "Mr. Tucker, you're here because you kidnapped and killed innocent children". He smiles. "No, I'm not".
"TELL ME WHERE MY FUCKING SON IS YOU OLD FART ! YOU HAVE TO KNOW SOMETHING! TELL ME SOMETHING! DID YOU SEE HIM GET KILLED?" Chris shouts. Ryan holds Chris back as he takes him out the room to stay calm.
The old man holds his chest as if he's about to experience a heart attack.
"Mr.Tucker who takes care of you? Is it your wife Nancy?" Nick asked.
He laughs. "No silly Nancy died years ago from a heart tumor." "Sir, it says here your wife is still alive." "She is!" He shouts. "Where do you live Mr..Tucker?"
