Spinelli found himself in an unusual situation, home alone on a Friday night watching ESPN while drinking beer and eating pizza. He couldn't remember the last time he spent a Friday night alone. In fact, he couldn't recall it ever happening before. On a typical Friday night, he would be out enjoying the company of someone of the opposite s*x or shooting pool with his buddies at the very least. But none of that seemed to interest him tonight.
As he took a swig of his beer, he pondered the events of the past week. His mind drifted to the Santa and elf murder case. No breaks yet. His mind wandered to thoughts of Shannon and he drew another swig of beer. No breaks there either. She'd been avoiding him since their date the other night. He'd left her three messages in the past day and a half, a
