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Rain. Smoke. Blood.  Just another night on the beat.  The body lay there, looking at me, dumbly. "Fuck, I'm dead, bro!" It seemed to say to me. I adjusted my fedora. I wasn't here to listen to complaints. I cased the scene. Basketballs littered the alley like bullet cases. It didn't take Elon Musk to tell you what happened. The body's head was caved in like a person of indeterminate gender whose head had been caved in by a basketball. Couldn't tell what gender they were, but I sure as heck had my choice of murder weapons. Just as I was inspecting a particularly bloody ball, lightning flashed and thunder crashed. There, in the light, was a man. No, a Thing. The Thing stared at me. I was puzzled. You usually didn't get Things this far into DC. More of a county thing. That's when it hit me. Killers, the really bad ones, have one weakness. They always return to the scene of the crime.  "Hey!" I yelled. The Thing turned, lightning struck again. I saw the feet. The shaggy coat. The body of a man if it was being worn by a slightly smaller man. I cursed. How could I have been so blind? This wasn't any ordinary Thing. It was only freakin' Big Foot himself, AKA the Fade Away Feller. My gun was in my hand in a shaky flash. Too much damn whiskey down at the Old Hole. The leather was faster. They say your life flashes before your eyes before you die. The only thing I saw was one word. Spalding.   PS Jacob that’s kinda impressive bud. But tells no one anything about the episode