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Ride on Riders!

What started out so promising ended with 2 straight losses and an early exit from the playoffs.

Despite major improvements we didn't get as far as we did the year before.

This season saw the emergence of Rodney Roh at RB. He topped 1400 yards of total offense but ended up hobbled at the end of the year when it seemed like a stiff wind would send him to the sidelines l.

A Quarterback controversy was born. The starter all season RS Jr. Gaines was diagnosed as severely bipolar during the Conference championship game against Louisville when he suddenly decided now would be a good time to just lay in bed all day. I should have pulled him after the pick 6 but I had no faith in this backup who only saw limited duty all season long. Now...that dude is set to be next season's starter. Lets go Addai!

My wide outs alternate between being really solid and really non existent. Running a pro style offense I really just need them to make a fucking catch on 3rd and 7...but noooooo...contested specialist my ass.

I lost the greatest TE in school history. A pure possession guy who had just enough speed to take a short pass and churn out an extra 12 yards. This kid was everything I could hope for and at 87 OVR I thought he might be a late draft pick...nope..dude will be selling cars in Revere.

The offensive line was great this season right up till we faced Louisville and Clemson...then Swiss damn cheese. The most injury prone of the bunch is back for his Senior season so with any luck he becomes more than just the guy who is always orange.

Next up Defense!

Time - 11:17 AM

Place - Alleyway behind Rawdogging

Murphy and Corso arrive in the alleyway behind Rawdogging. The light snow that began this morning is now starting to come down more consistently. Crime scene tape is up blocking both sides of the alley and several patrol officers are present. Murphy recognizes one of them as Officer Mccallum from day shift and approaches him.

Officer Mccallum acknowledges the two detectives " Hey boys , we got the two people who found the body separated and working on statements , they are pretty shook up. Also I hope you guys ate something before you got here because you might not want to after."

Murphy shakes Mccallums hand "Thanks, good work. Let's get this scene and push it back as far as we can. The media is gonna get here soon , I want them as far away as we can get them.”

Mccallum calls out to his partner to start moving the tape back even further, he turns back to Murphy and Corso " Uhh bad news Murphy, the media is already here. The redheaded girl sitting down was inside the restaurant when the owner found the body, he yelled for help and she came out. She saw everything."

Murphy and Corso look over to where the officer is pointing. Corso remarks to Murphy as he starts to step towards Emma " For fucks sake...it's Sullivan. I'll go talk to her."

Murphy let's out a guttural groan, dragging a hand down his stubbled face " Of course you will ya thirsty fuck. Maybe ask her some questions that help us and not ones designed to get your dick wet."

Corso turns around and puts his hands out as if to say what do you want from me before he rushes over to where Emma is sitting, Murphy wipes his brow, before he even gets close to the body he has a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, Murphy has been working homicide for more than a decade, has solved countless murders in his career but this one feels different. Murphy is different now, he isn't the wet behind the ears detective who found every crime scene a challenge and exciting. Now the weight of these murders wears on him like a wet blanket. Almost robotically Murphy starts walking towards the victim. Even from this far away Murphy can tell the victim was struck in the head. It looks like someone smashed a pumpkin. Stoically Murphy pulls out his small recorder and begins to speak into it " Massive blunt force trauma to the head. It appears he was struck with something very large, maybe a sledgehammer or baseball bat. The blow appears to be to the left side of his face, consistent with the Finn killing. Our killer is definitely right handed and was strong enough to overpower this unfortunate soul. This appears to be another ambush style attack. Poor kid never saw it coming" Murphy leans down... sniffs, nods his head...and see's the same GO FIGHT WIN as before.

Corso walks over to him " Hey Murph, Emma wants to talk to you. She says she saw the writing on the back of the dumpster."

Murphy peeks in her direction then with his finger points to the macabre message " Not yet man. What do you think it is with this Go Fight Win man?" Seriously, you got fresh eyes…tell me what you are thinking"

Corso looks at the dumpster, then the victim's body, takes a long breath " Beats me, I mean it almost has to be about this football team, disgruntled fan? Player may be taking out his frustrations."

Murphy nods approvingly " Maybe…I have been up every damn night thinking about this shit. The rally cry the kids chant is "Ride On Riders" not this….this just doesn't make much sense. I mean think about it, there isn't a cheerleader in the country that doesn't shout go fight win every game, it's generic, almost meaningless but not this time. Anyway get Bosco down here as soon as we can, tell her to bring some help. We need to walk this entire alleyway, No way this guy didn't launch turkey spit somewhere back here."

Corso pulls his handset from his belt "Henry twenty-four, can we get the CSI's down here, the scene is big we're gonna need two."

Murphy stands up, gestures to Corso to follow and approaches Emma ``Of all the places to get lunch you pick this shithole? Rawdogging? Really?

Emma licks her lips "What can I say, I love meat in my mouth, why is that weird?”

Corso peeks out from behind the two clearly overhearing Emma "It's fantastic"

Murphy's tone is filled with irritation "For fucks sake Corso...aren't you supposed to be getting Bosco down here? And dammit find out when the coroner is coming too. We need this guy officially pronounced, we can't even touch the body till she gets here and we need to find out how long he has been dead to establish a timeline. Murphy waves Corso away. "Now..Ms. Sullivan, what can I do for you?"

Emma writes notes down feverishly as she speaks "I have to get this story out...people need to know. We have a serial killer here!"

Murphy looks around to see who can hear and raises his finger to his lips. "Shhhhhhh Don't say that, it isn't that. We are not saying that."

Emma rolls her eyes at Murphy "Three dead all with the same message written in pussy blood found near them. What else would you call it?"

Murphy crouches down to talk quietly with Emma " I would call it a full blown panic. Look, I know I can't stop you but I am asking you for a favor on this one. I need you to sit on this story for 72 hours, you gotta give me time to get ahead of this before you break it. Once you do, the cat is out of the bag and our killer will know we know they are all connected. We are already behind and we're still losing ground."

Emma’s incredulous "72 hours? I can't…if someone else scoops me it's my ass."

Murphy starts bartering with her "Ok give me 48 then..can you give me that much."

Emma plays back like it's poker "36 and you give me first two questions at the press conference."

Murphy thinks for a second knowing this is the best offer he will get then reaches his hand out "Deal…what are you going to call this guy? The pussy blood butcher?"

Emma looks at her notes, tilts her head Emma licks her lips "What can I say, I love meat in my mouth, why is that weird?”

Corso peeks out from behind the two clearly overhearing Emma "It's fantastic"

Murphy's tone is filled with irritation "For fucks sake Corso...aren't you supposed to be getting Bosco down here? And dammit find out when the coroner is coming too. We need this guy officially pronounced, we can't even touch the body till she gets here and we need to find out how long he has been dead to establish a timeline. Murphy waves Corso away. "Now..Ms. Sullivan, what can I do for you?"

Emma writes notes downfeverishly as she speaks "I have to get this story out...people need to know. We have a serial killer here!"

Murphy looks around to see who can hear and raises his finger to his lips. "Shhhhhhh Don't say that, it isn't that. We are not saying that."

Emma rolls her eyes at Murphy "Three dead all with the same message written in pussy blood found near them. What else would you call it?"

Murphy crouches down to talk quietly with Emma " I would call it a full blown panic. Look, I know I can't stop you but I am asking you for a favor on this one. I need you to sit on this story for 72 hours, you gotta give me time to get ahead of this before you break it. Once you do, the cat is out of the bag and our killer will know we know they are all connected. We are already behind and we're still losing ground."

Emma’s incredulous "72 hours? I can't…if someone else scoops me it's my ass."

Murphy starts bartering with her "Ok give me 48 then..can you give me that much."

Emma plays back like it's poker "36 and you give me first two questions at the press conference."

Murphy thinks for a second knowing this is the best offer he will get then reaches his hand out "Deal…what are you going to call this guy? The pussy blood butcher?"

Emma looks at her notes, tilts her head to the side "I think the Go Fight Win Killer."

The second I saw him I had to get him. Send the house, the car and a truck load of NIL his way.

Date - November 1st, 2019

Time - 10:45 AM

Place - Rawdogging , a fancy hot dog place where they figured out how to get people to pay for meat they cannot even define.

A light snow is falls in Revere as Emma sits down inside Rawdogging to work on her recap of Revere's 34-31 loss to Kent which drops the team to 2- 4. The owner of Rawdogging is a Revere local named Frank who has known Emma since she was just a kid and is getting ready for the daily lunch rush.

Frank looks up from his prep work as Emma walks through the door. "Hey Em , can you watch the front of the store for a minute? I have to empty the trash out back, ya know the slow kid Bobby who works for me forgot to do it last night. He is dumb as a box of rocks ya know. He also forgot to turn off the damned lights again last night , lock the doors and empty the grease trap, but mother fucker is that kid strong. It's like his strength to weight ratio is inversely proportional to his I.Q."

Emma laughs out loud "Sure , I can watch the place for a minute. Are you sure something bad didn't happen because he is as reliable as it gets for a handicapped kid, counts change perfectly and everything."

Frank shrugs his shoulders "I'm sure he's fine, I once watched him fight off a horde of homeless people going through our dumpster with his bare hands. He was like a Silverback gorilla." Frank walks out the back... a few moments later Emma hears a blood curdling scream to call the police . Emma runs out the back door to find Frank sobbing"

Frank looks up at her as he kneels next to the body of his employee, he stammers through a rush of tears and heartbreak "Noooo Bobby...he's dead..no ...no...no....... Emma call the damned police..someone smashed his mongoloid head! Noooooooooooo!"

Emma grabs her phone dialing 911 as she steps around the dumpster to see Bobby's body, his head is crushed, brains and skull pieces are scattered around laying in various degrees of filth. Undeterred by the gory scene she notices words scrawled in crimson on the back of the dumpster. Emma pulls out her phone and takes a picture of the scene for her story with the body of innocent Bobby and the macabre caption above his corpse "Go fight win" sloppily written in what appears to be his blood.

Date - October 23, 2019

Time - 9:16 AM

Place- Parking lot outside coaches office

Emma Sullivan is leaving Coach Taylor's office after dropping off some pictures she took during the team's visit to a local children's hospital. As she makes her way to her car she can hear someone walking behind her.

"Heeeellllo there..aren't you famous Revere sports reporter Emma Sullivan? You are aren't you..I saw your picture on the web page." the man behind her says loudly his voice filled with contempt.

Emma turns around and nervously responds "Do I know you?"

Andy moves closer to Emma like a Lion stalking its prey " Nooo , but I know you Emma. I know alot about you, I know you think your shitty stories are bigger than this team , you think you're the star...it's all about you..Emma Sullivan.. well not anymore"

Emma tries to back away but she walks right into a car, trapped as the creepy guy closes in " Who are you again? What are you talking about? Did you follow me here?" she questions in rapid fashion.

Andy is almost face to face with her now, the menance in his voice is unmistakable "Who i am isn't important but you choosing to shut your fucking mouth right now is, so I will get straight to the point. I see what you're doing with Liam..trying to put the moves on him..shaking your little ass in front of him...coming to his office with food and gifts."

A cold chill runs down Emma's spine " Oh my god...you are watching me! Get away, I swear I will call the police!" Emma says while reaching into her purse and pulling out her phone. She looks up and frantically starts dialing.

Andy moves well past personal space boundaries, face to face with Emma so she can smell his breath. He grabs her hand, squeezing it hard and pressing it onto the phone which stops her from dialing. " Liam is my best friend and I'm not going to let you distract him and ruin what we are building here! You stay away...from him...stay away or you will be sorry.. This is your only warning!" he says, snarling like some wild animal.

Emma winces, she tries to pull her hand away from her assailants but it's no use.

Then just as suddenly as it began Andy lets go, he looks around, checking his surroundings and without another word spins and darts off between the cars parked and quickly turns the corner out of sight.

Emma stands stone still, what felt like hours took place in less than a minute, her fear releases tears that fall silently down her face.

Date - October 23, 2019

Time - 9:16 AM

Place- Parking lot outside coaches office

Emma Sullivan is leaving Coach Taylor's office after dropping off some pictures she took during the team's visit to a local children's hospital. As she makes her way to her car she can hear someone walking behind her.

"Heeeellllo there..aren't you famous Revere sports reporter Emma Sullivan? You are aren't you..I saw your picture on the web page." the man behind her says loudly his voice filled with contempt.

Emma turns around and nervously responds "Do I know you?"

Andy moves closer to Emma like a Lion stalking its prey " Nooo , but I know you Emma. I know alot about you, I know you think your shitty stories are bigger than this team , you think you're the star...it's all about you..Emma Sullivan.. well not anymore"

Emma tries to back away but she walks right into a car, trapped as the creepy guy closes in " Who are you again? What are you talking about? Did you follow me here?" she questions in rapid fashion.

Andy is almost face to face with her now, the menance in his voice is unmistakable "Who i am isn't important but you choosing to shut your fucking mouth right now is, so I will get straight to the point. I see what you're doing with Liam..trying to put the moves on him..shaking your little ass in front of him...coming to his office with food and gifts."

A cold chill runs down Emma's spine " Oh my god...you are watching me! Get away, I swear I will call the police!" Emma says while reaching into her purse and pulling out her phone. She looks up and frantically starts dialing.

Andy moves well past personal space boundaries, face to face with Emma so she can smell his breath. He grabs her hand, squeezing it hard and pressing it onto the phone which stops her from dialing. " Liam is my best friend and I'm not going to let you distract him and ruin what we are building here! You stay away...from him...stay away or you will be sorry.. This is your only warning!" he says, snarling like some wild animal.

Emma winces, she tries to pull her hand away from her assailants but it's no use.

Then just as suddenly as it began Andy lets go, he looks around, checking his surroundings and without another word spins and darts off between the cars parked and quickly turns the corner out of sight.

Emma stands stone still, what felt like hours took place in less than a minute, her fear releases tears that fall silently down her face.

Trojans Snap Under the Weight of Balls

​USC Defense Collapses After Relentless Physicality from Cannon Balls

​TUCSON, AZ —

In what has evolved into the most heated rivalry in college athletics, the #1 Arizona Wildcats met the #8 USC Trojans in a high-stakes, winner take all Pac-12 showdown. The atmosphere was electric, but the tension shifted to sheer exhaustion for the visitors as the game wore on.

​We go live now to the post-game press conference.

​Erin Andrews: "Cannon, you’ve played in some physical games, but today felt different. Did you actually feel the moment the Trojan defense finally broke?"

​Balls: (Wiping sweat from his brow) "To be honest, Erin, no. It felt really tight early on. They were bringing a lot of pressure, but I knew the key was to just hold on tight and keep pounding the rock. By the second quarter, I found a rhythm. I felt so good I knew I just had to push as hard as possible until they gave in."

​Erin Andrews: "Even after it was clear their front seven had reached a breaking point, you didn't let up. You just kept plowing away. Were you at all concerned about the risk of injury with that kind of intensity?"

​Balls: "You can’t play scared. If you start worrying about what might go wrong, that’s when you lose your edge. I just wanted to go faster and faster. I tried to go deep every chance I got, just hoping everything would finally come together."

​Erin Andrews: "And by 'coming together,' you’re referring to the single-game school record for touchdown passes, correct?"

​Balls: "Of course. Look, even if the Trojans stopped pushing back, I was going to keep it up as long as it took. I needed to finish. You can’t get that close to a climax like a school record and then just stop. That’s not how I’m built."

​Erin Andrews: "Is this the definitive end of the rivalry as we know it?"

​Balls: "It has to be. They just can’t take the kind of pounding I’m capable of dishing out. Did you see them leaving the field? All bow legged and exhausted... they're definitely going to be feeling that one in the morning."

​

Date - October - 17th, 2019

Place - Revere Coaches Offices

Emma Sullivan has been hard at work investigating the murders of Finn and Clausen, after interviewing multiple people claiming to have information about the killer she has made her way to Coach Liam's office to get his thoughts on facing 8th ranked Miami of Ohio . When she walks into the office Liam is hanging up pictures from his playing days and past coaching job at Northampton  

Emma sets her purse down and starts looking at the pictures “Thanks again for meeting me last minute Coach. About time you hang something on these walls. It's nice, Oh look at that...you as a walk on here at Revere. You look like a baby in that picture."

Liam looks at the picture lost in a memory "Do I look that old now? I probably aged 5 years this season alone.  These losses are really getting to me. I haven't lost 5 games as a coach since my 2nd season in Northampton."

Emma attempts to get Liam to relax "Don't beat yourself up...losing games at Revere is kinda what we do here. No coach in 20 years has won more than 2 games in a season. You win 4, they might throw you a parade." Emma's eyes continue to scan the room..she gazes at a picture of a high school football team but it's not Northampton.

Liam continues to empty his box of memorabilia while talking "4 games gets me a parade around here? Guess having low expectations works in my favor for now... what are you staring at Emma?"

Emma seems to be stuck on a single team picture "Oh sorry...I was trying to figure out what team that is in the picture above the file cabinet. It says in my notes you only coached at Northampton."  

Liam stands next to Emma, he is also transfixed on the photo but instead of curious wonder it's pride in his voice " Oh, that's my high school team, the Storm Lake Tornadoes, that's from my junior year...starting QB , we weren't that good but all the pieces were in place. That's me right there next to my favorite receiver Brigman.  We were poised to win it all the next year. 

Emma turns to face Liam "Did you say Storm Lake? Oh my goodness that's insane...my favorite QB of all time played his high school football there... Cannon Balls... wait. You guys are the same age..did you play together? Holy shit do you know Cannon?"

The pride in Liam's voice dissolves,  his tone changes from playful to cold. "I know him unfortunately, he isn't the nice guy everyone thinks he is ok, very self centered, narcissistic and isn't much of a team player."

Emma astutely picks up on the change in Liam's demeanor "Is everything ok Liam?"

Liam walks away from the photo and back towards his desk "I don't like to talk about high school, Anyway I have a lot of work to do Emma. Maybe another time."

Emma's disappointment registers in her voice "Oh , ummm , ok. Catch up with you after the Miami game. Good luck Coach , I know you will have the team ready."

you will have the team ready."

Date - October - 17th, 2019

Place - Revere Coaches Offices

Emma Sullivan has been hard at work investigating the murders of Finn and Clausen, after interviewing multiple people claiming to have information about the killer she has made her way to Coach Liam's office to get his thoughts on facing 8th ranked Miami of Ohio . When she walks into the office Liam is hanging up pictures from his playing days and past coaching job at Northampton

Emma sets her purse down and starts looking at the pictures “Thanks again for meeting me last minute Coach. About time you hang something on these walls. It's nice, Oh look at that...you as a walk on here at Revere. You look like a baby in that picture."

Liam looks at the picture lost in a memory "Do I look that old now? I probably aged 5 years this season alone. These losses are really getting to me. I haven't lost 5 games as a coach since my 2nd season in Northampton."

Emma attempts to get Liam to relax "Don't beat yourself up...losing games at Revere is kinda what we do here. No coach in 20 years has won more than 2 games in a season. You win 4, they might throw you a parade." Emma's eyes continue to scan the room..she gazes at a picture of a high school football team but it's not Northampton.

Liam continues to empty his box of memorabilia while talking "4 games gets me a parade around here? Guess having low expectations works in my favor for now... what are you staring at Emma?"

Emma seems to be stuck on a single team picture "Oh sorry...I was trying to figure out what team that is in the picture above the file cabinet. It says in my notes you only coached at Northampton."

Liam stands next to Emma, he is also transfixed on the photo but instead of curious wonder it's pride in his voice " Oh, that's my high school team, the Storm Lake Tornadoes, that's from my junior year...starting QB , we weren't that good but all the pieces were in place. That's me right there next to my favorite receiver Brigman. We were poised to win it all the next year.

Emma turns to face Liam "Did you say Storm Lake? Oh my goodness that's insane...my favorite QB of all time played his high school football there... Cannon Balls... wait. You guys are the same age..did you play together? Holy shit do you know Cannon?"

The pride in Liam's voice dissolves, his tone changes from playful to cold. "I know him unfortunately, he isn't the nice guy everyone thinks he is ok, very self centered, narcissistic and isn't much of a team player."

Emma astutely picks up on the change in Liam's demeanor "Is everything ok Liam?"

Liam walks away from the photo and back towards his desk "I don't like to talk about high school, Anyway I have a lot of work to do Emma. Maybe another time."

Emma's disappointment registers in her voice "Oh , ummm , ok. Catch up with you after the Miami game. Good luck Coach , I know you will have the team ready."

you will have the team ready."

Classic post of the day!

From my General Scafachi series. Don't miss the premier of season 2 of the RTG series Private Scafachi coming soon!

We go live to Coach Scafachi of the Black Knights as they board the U.S.S New Jersey following their last second 38-35 victory over the Scarlet Knights.

Erin Andrews- Coach that was an amazing victory, your 5th straight all on the road. What are your thoughts right now

Scafachi - Well Erin what can I say other than Rutgers really deserved to lose that game, I mean how do you give up those kinds of plays to us late in a game. Their defensive coordinator should not only be fired he should probably be charged with the crime of "Terrible playcalling in a close game " which is a felony charge around here.

We have a big game coming up at home and we are going to be making a change at Quarterback to go with our new Freshman. We wanted to set him up got success and begin a new era at Army.

Erin Andrews- So you are going to bench Callahan your senior signal caller after a 300+ yard 3 TD performance?

Scafachi- Yes, we talked to him and he is such an amazing human, he told me " Coach I am already overjoyed with the fact that you have given us so many wins since you came here.. you gave us the greatest gift of all and now I am going to help out Brown the way you helped all of us.

God bless America, God bless Army football and may Rutgers burn for all eternity for their crimes against football.

Date - October 11th , 2019

Place - Revere PD crime lab

After getting a call that the DNA results from the pussy blood found at both scenes has come back, Murphy and Corso are meeting with Revere police department forensics expert Jenna Bosco. Bosco is 24 years old, has blonde hair and blue eyes, cute with an athletic figure. Since joining the department, she has quickly become Murphy’s go to analyst due to her expertise and undeniable skills.

With coffee in hand both detectives step into the elevator to the basement, which had recently been upgraded into a full scale crime lab. The elevator door opens, Murphy instinctively places his arm over the threshold to hold the door for Corso as he steps out.  Murphy watches the tall young detective stride forward. He thinks about the first time he met him back when Corso was just a rookie filled with piss and vinegar. Murphy often tells the kid how he reminds him of himself when he was that old. Corso made the jump to detective as fast as anybody in the department. Murphy even vouched for him and helped push his promotion through, in hopes he would be able to mentor him before he retired in the next few years. The detectives walk briskly down the hall and hit the buzzer to enter, the glass doors slide open and they walk into the lab. Murphy bellows, "Hey Bosco, give me some good news, we could use a win here...whaddya got?"

Bosco looks up from her monitor as Murphy and Corso walk between the desks inside the lab and gets up to meet them halfway. With a sarcastic tone, she quips while greeting the detectives, “Before we get to that...Murphy you look like absolute shit. When was the last time you got some sleep? She then turns her attention to Corso who is barely older than she is, "And for fucks sake Corso, they haven't fired you yet?"

Corso laughs out loud sarcastically, then loudly sips his coffee and replies, "My gainful employment is a mystery to us all... still good to see you too Jenna.”

Murphy gestures to the blood samples on the table in front of him while laughing as well but is here to get down to business. "OK enough fucking around..I bet Corso 12 bucks it was pussy blood we found at both scenes...one of us is going to be right and one is going to eat some crow. Now it's time to pay up for one of us. Was I right or wrong? You know I can smell a drop of poon-aid in a raging river from 250 yards away."

Bosco rolls her eyes at Murphy long enough to stop laughing and puts on her professional face before answering, "I don't know how you knew but you're right Murphy. The darkfield microscope the captain got for us is amazing. Not only is it able to tell us everything about the blood that we want to know, like blood type, presence of drugs or alcohol, but in this case I could see there were skin cells from when the uterine wall sheds. This is 100% the blood from a pussy…from the looks of it she is a gusher too."

Corso smile fades into a look of defeat, he shakes his head slowly in disbelief, "No fucking way."

Murphy triumphantly raises his arms above his head, imitating a touchdown, and laughs. He puts out his hand, palm up, gesturing towards the center. “C'mon Corso...12 bucks? Pay up.. a bet is a  bet."

Corso hangs his head before he pulls his wallet out and hands over 12 singles. "You know I was saving that money for this years Twerkathon at Tidday's." 

Murphy sips his coffee. "Ok Bosco..so we got a match? Who is she?"

Bosco replies quickly. "Got no clue, she doesn't match anybody in our database. But there's more, the blood came from two different visits from aunt flow…"

Murphy is now the one with the look of amazement. "Two different batches, how can you tell?" 

Bosco walks over to her laptop and opens a small file. “See here. The skin cells that are present are aged differently, they break down over time like anything else. We can see the difference and get a time frame. The source of this blood came from the same woman but nearly a year apart as best we can tell."

Murphy responds like a man who has been married for more than 20 years.”Are you telling me our killer is a woman and once she is on the rag she becomes a killer?"

Bosco laughs at how simple Murphy is. “No, no way it is a woman unless she can bench press Corso. The stab wounds on Finn didn't just hit soft tissue. The autopsy showed the knife got stuck in bone on at least three separate thrusts. Whoever killed Finn was pretty damn strong, a retard possibly. In any case you are probably looking for a guy who goes to the gym a lot."

Corso utters. "A football player?"

Bosco thinks about it for a second. “Possibly and he is around eight or nine nine-inch dicks tall, based on the angle of the wounds. These came in a downward motion." Bosco picks up a pen and  demonstrates the swinging motion she believes was used. "Then on Clausen, the blunt force trauma to the head was strong enough to shatter his cranium." 

Murphy giggles at the unit of measurement Bosco chose. “Wait, did you just use a nine-inch dick as a unit of measurement? “

Bosco pulls up six separate images of skulls on a wall screen and without a pause says, “A girls gotta have her standards.”

Murphy looks down at his own crotch, shrugs his shoulders and says, “Fair play.”

Bosco continues to display the forensic photos from her files. “This one here is Clausen, you can see how the skull was crushed, leading to massive hemorrhaging.”

Murphy walks closer to the wall screen and points, "What about this one?"

Bosco replies  "That guy fell off his roof and landed on his head from about 21 nine-inch dicks up, he died on impact."

Corso blushes, he is unwilling to even question how she arrived at this new system. He chooses instead to move on and then inquires about the next images, "And these two? Holy shit it looks like someone hit them with a sledgehammer.”

Bosco nods her head. “Funny you should mention that. This is the skull of coach Gillbride."

Murphy's voice has a touch of wonder in it, "Kevin Gilbride? Didn't he get punched in the face by Buddy Ryan during a game once?"

Bosco laughs "I'm not old enough to remember Murph. He died a few years ago in a pregame football stunt gone wrong."

Corso excitedly responds, "Fuck me, I remember that. He was coaching up in Buffalo and they paid Cannon Balls to come throw out the ceremonial first pass. Gilbride was wearing a helmet cam…craziest shit I ever saw. The ball hit him dead in the face, but he held on to it..was a helluva catch." 

Bosco replies, "Yeah, that was it. Even though he caught it, the ball still hit his face. Went right through the face mask and stuck in his skull. Catastrophic trauma killed him instantly."

Murphy expresses clear admiration for the retired quarterback "Man, Balls could really spin it..can't believe he managed to hold on to it. I watched that replay about 60 times."

Corso shows deference to the deceased. "Damn right he did...dude was a soldier. Anyway, what were you saying Bosco?"

Bosco jokingly replies, "Now that you two are done with your hero worship. I was  saying whoever did this used pussy blood from the same woman with a bled on date more than 2 years apart."

Murphy is unable to hide his shock. "Mother fucker.. this is worse than I thought..we got a real sick son of a bitch on our hands here."