Last Shift Page #3

I am calling...

because I am...

I am calling because...

I am happy to be on the force, sir.

Thank you.

Ma'am, can I help you with something?

No, I'm all right.

Well, you can't hang out back here.

This is a police station.

No, it's not. Police station's

on 14th and Anderson.

- Ma'am?

- You can call me Marigold.

No, ma'am, I will not.

My mama gave me that name.

She picked it out herself, swear to God.

Can you please remove yourself

from the premises and...

go about your business?

Look... do you mind if I finish

my cigarette? It feels safer here.

All right, just don't leave

your butt on the step.

Hey!

You're new, right?

- Yeah.

- I thought so.

I can pick a rookie

out of a whole room full of pigs.

Well, you've still got that look

on your face like you give a damn.

Have a good night.

I was here, you know.

Yeah?

Well, the cell next door

but I heard the scream,

when they found him the next morning.

What...

what are you referring to?

When they brought them in that night

three of them,

this wannabe Manson family.

I think they were called the Paymons.

Kidnapped and slaughtered

those poor girls.

Yes, they did.

They also killed the Paymon family

on the scene of the crime, the officers.

I should know,

my father was one of them.

That's what they wanted you to believe.

But they brought 'em in alive.

Bragging about what they'd done and all.

I can see you don't believe me

but I am willing to bet my tits

and a pack of cigarettes, it's the truth.

Well, they kept me up all night...

singing this eerie song.

Then it just stopped.

Those crazy bastards hung themselves

with their own bed sheets.

And the commotion the next morning...

I got a glimpse into their cell.

And the bodies were gone.

But...

pure evil covered those walls.

You okay?

Yeah. No, I'm good.

Well, time to make the doughnuts.

And don't worry

I'm taking my butt with me.

I'm not ashamed of what I do.

You ashamed of paying your taxes,

taking care of your kids, loving your wife?

I do what I do, because it's right.

You ever hit the girl right in the face

with a baseball bat?

We dress ourselves

in the cloak of ignorance...

She didn't even look

like people anymore.

Face swollen,

teeth knocked up inside her forehead.

It got me excited.

She fell to her knees

and bowed to the king.

Are you suggesting

we are devil worshippers?

Devil's just another b*tch of the Lord.

Rebel angel that was cast out.

I am not ashamed.

But he is downstairs doing the Lord's

work just like the rest of them.

Punishing the damned for their sins.

That sounds like the Lord's work to me.

But the answer is no.

We don't pray to him.

Devil's been around long before that

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