It happened again yesterday. Some unlucky bastard disappeared. Like usual, the news blew through town. Bill or Bob maybe, hell who cared what his name was, only that he had a wife. Probably a kid and mortgage too. Every year like clockwork the disappearances would occur; death season they called it. Always the same dark shadows in the sky and then there would be disappearances. His brother had been abducted last year. His sister-in-law the year before that; although, he hadn’t been as broken up about the ole battle axe.
He couldn’t worry about it now though; he was late for work. Punctuality hadn’t been Jim’s thing lately, and he knew it would catch up to him soon. Before, as detective, he had enjoyed some flexibility when it came to work hours, but that had been over a year ago. Some har
