Clinic Nine

[Tomtomrawr]

Oberst Falke sternly walked into Segur Butcher, back straight. The heating had been pumped up to the maximum to fight the chill from outside. The bulky man behind the counter immediately recognised her as a cop, wiping a sweat-covered hand over a sweat-covered forehead before clearing his throat and speaking.

'Welcome to Segur's Butcher officer, how are you today?' The small business owners were always inclined towards helping the Polizei, as the rewards for doing so were worthwhile. Such rewards as not getting shut down. Falke wasted no time returning the pleasentries, instead producing a picture of the man who had bought the human thigh.

'Ten days ago, your shop sold lamb to this individual. Do you recognise him?' She could see the flickering of his eyes, almost as if he were reading a book in the back of his head, before he nodded.

'Ja, I remember him. But why would the Polizei need to investigate the purchasing of a lamb?' He seemed optimistic, runninig through a list of possibilities before arriving with an answer. 'It wasn't lamb, was it?'

'Nein, it was a human thigh.' She gauged his reaction carefully, confirming that he was not acting. But he seemed honestly shocked by the news, so she continued. 'Who delivered you that particular item, Herr Segur?' He once again turned to the book behind his eyes, taking twice as long as before, before finally shaking his head in aggrivation.

'I am sorry, but I receive so many deliveries from so many different locations, and I never keep track of them. It would be impossible to track the human thigh down this way.' She stared deep into his eyes, trying to read the book behind his eyes, but could only see the honest concern of a butcher who may lose customers.

'Thank you, Herr Segur. Have a nice day.' She turned as sharply as in a marching exercise, and walked away. She needed more evidence, she thought to herself. She needed a brainwave. As she stooped to move into the awaiting seat in the car, she heard the familiar beeping of her neural net receiving unit. She finished moving into the car, and removed the unit from her pocket, reading half of the message before the writing was even the right way up.

Segur is an honest worker. I know him from old errand. Honest man providing quality meat. Doubtfully behind this.

- Wachmann Olavsoon.

The message matched her conclusion: an honest man tricked into selling the wrong sort of meat. She sighed, and started to look through the images of the thigh that had caused all of the trouble. Her eyes widened as positive matches came back on DNA samples taken from the thigh. Heinrich Schenck. An address followed the results. She grinned, and tapped the driver on the shoulder.

'We have a new destination.'

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[17:45:39] Wolfs Ghost (Murphy): Tom, you have problems. Go kill yourself.
[19:25:12] Johnny (Jam): Tomtom, I will beat you with a spoon.
[14:22:56] Prarabdh Thakur: KILL HIM WITH A SHEEP.
[17:40:48] Eagle (Junes): Tom should be slapped with a spoon.
[11:32:18] Warspite: Thank you for being so awesome Tom. <3
[18:17:36] Metano: I love you tomtom
[20:06:24] Warspite: I will seriously give you epic head.

Edit: also, Tomtomrawr, fappin' like a boss.