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Chel just let him yell. Sometimes you need to yell and get things out of your system. Maybe he was just that kind of kid.

"Naw you don't gotta worry about that none man. That's what the police's doin'. You just gotta worry about yerself. You guys got names?" And she continued to rub the back of the gagging kid. If he was going to puke again it certainly wouldn't be the first time she'd gotten puked on.

There's no blood trail, nothing dragged nearby. It's simply been dropped, like it's so much litter.

The blood is fresh.

Shun furrowed his brow at what he was able to pick up on. Wound looked fresh, but there was no trail. No signs of struggle in the immediate vicinity. If it had been dropped from a greater height, there should have been more splatter too for that matter.

"The ********> he muttered under his breath. This wasn't adding up. It was as if the foot had spawned in the middle of nowhere, but that wasn't possible.

"You two did not see anyone or anything else in the area before stumbling upon this?" he asked, shooting the question back towards the kids.

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"Nah man, nothing," says Brit, "It was just layin' out like that when we got here."

Ed says, "Seriously. Who the ******** would just like, oops, s**t man, dropped my <******** murderfoot--"

Brit still looks green.

Chel stuck her tongue out at Shun. She was doing a hell of a lot better than he had with the kids. He'd gotten one to puke.

She snickered at Ed's joke; it was funny in hindsight. "Well that's a shitty day," Chel responded to the kids. Go for a walk on the beach, find a foot. "It'll make a good story at least yeah? That one summer I found a foot on the beach."

She gave them a smile. "You guys got someone I could call? A friend or yer mom or whatever? F'not we can take you home after too."

Before Jeremiah hung up his phone, he would hear the first few syllables of what became a very long string of swears, and asyllabic groaning noises, and floorboards creaking as she heavily paced about her home while getting her exasperated a** dressed so she could drive out to the beach and deal with that <******** foot, AGAIN. It took a lot to make her quite so livid, but enough had happened over the past couple of weeks -- and then some. She'd gotten eaten alive in the Otherworld. She couldn't go twenty minutes out in public without stopping a complete stranger and giving them random advice that made no goddamn sense. Her wife was developing into some kind of werecanine. And now that foot had come back from the dead Heliodora wanted her parents to believe she was, taunting her and Jeremiah with its irrevocably public presence.

It was a good fifteen minutes before she arrived, a little calmed down but still plenty ******** annoyed enough for it to show clearly on her face. "Hey, Detective," she greeted, then turned to Shun, "and... new detective. Welcome to Trashdown, by the way. Don't eat those leftovers you got in the fridge."

She then moved her eyes to the ground, fixing on the foot, so they could stay there and not intersect with any more faces unless someone was trying.

Jeremiah had to lean his head slightly away from the phone before he hung up. Arguably he was in the same boat but he was keeping it carefully contained otherwise he would have an entirely different reaction to what was going on.

The silver-haired officer was standing up and staring hard at the sergeant. "If you have already started notation on the statements please state as such, Sergeant Kuroda. However, as I will have to be talking to Miss Winters family about their possibly deceased daughter, I would greatly prefer if we do follow formalities and procedure exactly. Now matter how tedious you may view them to be. Your report, with the statements, will be expected on my desk in a timely manner."

He gave Leila a nod when she arrived, not surprised at all to see that look on Leila's face. It was definitely that kind of day (but that she had been pushed to it said so much about what they had been through). There was a brief twitch of his lip at Trashdown but it was carefully hidden back away behind a neutral expression.

If anything, for the moment he was actually making a point to try and keep himself other people out of her line of sight. For all that it would help. "I'll keep an eye out," he murmured to her quietly. Then a bit louder. "Let me know what I can do to assist you, Doctor Townhome, until the rest of the crew arrives."

The detective lieutenant glanced towards Kuroda once more. At the mention of Sunny his eyes went dark. The bitter ache was back. "I'll take that statement myself, Sergeant, I'm well aware of how to find her."