These meatbags are very good at deleting each other.
This time it’s a dead trucker at some backwater truck stop. It has all the trademarks, the same rope fibres, similar victim, same time of day. It’s definitely the work of a serial killer.
I stare at the accused man before me and listen to his testimony. I parse out key phrases while performing voice stress analysis. Theres a 99.3% chance he’s innocent. Wrong place at the wrong time.
I bring down the hammer and pass my verdict.
“Guilty. Sentenced to death.”
He screams as they drag him away.
Between me and the serial killer, these meatbags don’t stand a chance.
Photo prompt: B737 by A. Carlos Herrera