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The floor was covered with dried blood. There were numerous places where blood had sprayed a few feet up the wall.

I looked around and found a small overnight bag next to my side of the bed. It contained men's toiletries and clothing. There were bloody footprints on the carpet and a fair amount of blood stains on the linens on the rumpled bed.

My beer was about gone, so I went back downstairs for another. As I popped the top, the doorbell rang. I opened the door to find a frumpy looking man in a cheap suit.

"Mr. Moore? May I come in and ask you a few questions? I'm Detective Cook. This will only take a few minutes."

"Are you with Interpol?" I quickly asked.

"No, and I don't give a damn about copied DVD's. I'm trying to get to the bottom of the vicious attack that took place here this morning."

"Well, since you put it that way, come in. Aren't you the cop that solved the Robert Morgan murder? He was killed by a guy that thought Morgan was banging his wife, while actually a different guy was hammering Morgan's wife as well as the murderer's wife, out of revenge because they were both nailing his wife?" I asked as I recalled the strange situation that had been all over the local papers.

"I didn't exactly solve it, but I did play an important role in the investigation," admitted the detective modestly. "Right now, I'm more concerned about the brutal attack that transpired in your bathroom this morning. It was my understanding that you weren't going to be back until tomorrow."

"Yeah, that was my original plan, but I wrapped my business up early and flew in this morning. How did you know my travel plans, and what exactly did happened here this morning?" I questioned the detective.

"One thing I've learned is to not ask two questions at a time," chuckled the detective as he reminisced about times gone by. "Besides, I'm asking the questions. How long have you owned a vicious dog?"

"I've never owned a vicious dog."

"You don't think that damn Pit Bull you had is vicious? What the hell kind of guy are you?" demanded the detective.

"That's two questions," I pointed out. "Fucking Pit Bulls are vicious as hell and I'm a pretty smug guy at the moment."

"If Pit Bulls are vicious, why do you think your dog wasn't? Is he part Rottweiler or something?" asked the flustered cop.

"That's two questions again. You seem to make it a habit," I observed calmly. "I don't have a dog. That should answer both of them."

"So what the hell chewed the shit out of that guy today? A cockroach?" yelled Cook as his face turned a bright red and sweat broke out on his brow.

"Two questions again? You can't break the habit, can you?" I laughed. "Since I wasn't here and have no idea to what you're referring, I can't answer either question, although I am pretty certain any cockroaches in the area are fairly small and mild mannered.

"Mother Fucker!" yelled the detective. "Why do I get all the assholes? Why can't I get a normal case with normal people?"

"Those two questions are rhetorical, are they not?" I responded with a grin.

"Listen to me, Smart Ass. I want straight answers to my questions. No more games or I'll drag you down to the station to continue this!" countered the cop as he pulled a pill container from his pocket and popped a couple small tablets.

"Why don't you just ask me a straight question without opinions and observations tossed in? Do you want to know about the miserable fucking dog that lives at this address?" I shot back at the red-faced detective.

"Yes! You admit you have a dog?" replied Cook with obvious relief.

"No, I don't. You're not very good at asking follow-up questions, are you?"

"Son-of-a-bitch!" screamed the detective as spittle flew across the kitchen.

"To answer the question you seem unable to pose, my wife was taking care of a nasty bitch owned by her boss, Tim Conrad," I responded softly as I wiped some of the detective's froth from my forehead. "It wasn't my dog and I hated it almost as much as it hated me."

Understanding slowly spread across Cook's face.

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