He first saw her through the window of the Dunkin Donuts on Jamison Street. She was pleasantly rounded. Not quite donut shaped, not quite woman shaped, but like a friendly compromise between the two. It was a shape that he could work with. He knew he had to have her.
“Hey, Chief. You got a minute?”
“Yeah, what’s up, Carlos?”
“They found another one, up in Smith Canyon.”
“Yeah. Heavyset. Hole right through the middle.”
“What’s this guy’s deal, Chief? I mean, what’s he trying to say?”
“I don’t know. Maybe he likes donuts. I really don’t know.”
“Maybe he thinks we like donuts. What the f***.”
“Let me know what the evidence team turns up.”
PS->Don’t know who’s buying this week, but thanks, Mysterious Benefactor!