Dead Letter Office

Nodding to the officers in the hallway, Detective M sidled through the apartment door and surveyed the crime scene. It was quite a sight. Furniture overturned and broken. Blood splattered everywhere. And in the middle of it, the unfortunate victim. The detective turned to the sergeant who had discovered the body.

"Why'd you call me into this, 3? She looks like a naught to me," he gestured toward the corpse and popped a piece of nicotine gum into his mouth.

"Don't be so sure, detective." The sergeant bent down and lifted up the numeral's slash easily.

"Holy..." Detective M trailed off.

"I'd say some digit found out this O was masquerading and was pretty pissed off about it."

"Good point, sarge." The detective flicked on his radio. "Better bring in the usual suspects. Put out an APB on 7, the 11 twins, and that weirdo 3 who's always pretending to be an E."



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