CASE SPBB403 - THE EVIDENCE IS IN, MAKE YOUR CONCLUSION.
Posted: Fri Feb 06, 2026 10:19 am
The Chief called the crew into the office. We’d been away too long.
The night the rain stitched the city back together was the night we figured out what we didn’t want to learn.
Seven of us sat in the briefing room, coats still on and collars turned up like our guard. Photos of the scene shot by Officer Sleeps were spread across the table. Sam Pull lay there in black and white, his blank stare giving up nothing. In the corner sat the six crates of missing tapes sat stacked like bad alibis.
We all had something. Together, we had nothing.
Seven versions of the truth hit the table, and every one of them pointed inward. The circle was closing slow and tight like a noose that enjoyed its work.
Someone had lied early. Not sloppy. Not loud. Clean. A falsified timestamp? A shifted location? Sending me to the pawnbroker when the crates were already tagged?
Whatever it was, it bent the case just enough that it never snapped back straight.
That’s when their name crawled back into my head. The Espee family. Copyright crims with long memories and short fuses. Looks like they’d finally bought themselves a badge. I should’ve known this day was coming.
Whoever did it had been counting on procedure to keep them clean. Forms filed. Boxes checked. Blind trust doing the heavy lifting.
No one spoke. We just stared at each other, counting breaths and counting sins. Outside the city hummed. Wet, tired, and indifferent. Somewhere in the room sat a murderer with a badge and a good reason, and six lawmen who could almost prove it. Almost.
In my pocket Carmen’s tarot deck pressed against my thigh. Same size and weight as my smokes. I was getting desperate. Reading signs where there were only shadows. Paranoia was kicking in, hard.
Looks like we’re gonna have to settle it the old way.
Point fingers and see which one flinches.
Seven of us sat in the briefing room, coats still on and collars turned up like our guard. Photos of the scene shot by Officer Sleeps were spread across the table. Sam Pull lay there in black and white, his blank stare giving up nothing. In the corner sat the six crates of missing tapes sat stacked like bad alibis.
We all had something. Together, we had nothing.
Seven versions of the truth hit the table, and every one of them pointed inward. The circle was closing slow and tight like a noose that enjoyed its work.
Someone had lied early. Not sloppy. Not loud. Clean. A falsified timestamp? A shifted location? Sending me to the pawnbroker when the crates were already tagged?
Whatever it was, it bent the case just enough that it never snapped back straight.
That’s when their name crawled back into my head. The Espee family. Copyright crims with long memories and short fuses. Looks like they’d finally bought themselves a badge. I should’ve known this day was coming.
Whoever did it had been counting on procedure to keep them clean. Forms filed. Boxes checked. Blind trust doing the heavy lifting.
No one spoke. We just stared at each other, counting breaths and counting sins. Outside the city hummed. Wet, tired, and indifferent. Somewhere in the room sat a murderer with a badge and a good reason, and six lawmen who could almost prove it. Almost.
In my pocket Carmen’s tarot deck pressed against my thigh. Same size and weight as my smokes. I was getting desperate. Reading signs where there were only shadows. Paranoia was kicking in, hard.
Looks like we’re gonna have to settle it the old way.
Point fingers and see which one flinches.
+++SENSITIVE CHILL WAVE INTRO BEFORE THE FILTH ++++ALWAYS FLIPPING THE UNTURNED STONES ++MAN OF MANY FACES++LAZERS! EXPERT LEVEL EFFECTS USAGE ++++NECK CRACK MOOD CHANGE +++CRAZY DRUM PACKAGE +++++THIRD BEAT KILLED SAM PULL FROM MY FINDINGS +++++RAWWWWW +++INSPIRED SOUNDS+++++WAH WAH BASS IN THE FACE 
++++CRAZY DRUM WORK ++++EAR CANDY EVERYWHERE +++HITCHCOCK TENSION BUILDING++++1:57 BEAT LOVING THIS ONE +++PACING +++HAUNTING ++++HOW ALL THE MICRO MEDLEYS PLAY OFF EACH OTHER ++EFFECTS SOLOS +++ TOP SHELF ENTRY
SEEMS LIKE YOUR HERE PURELY FOR THE TROLLISH COMMENTARY RATHER THAN ACTUAL MUSIC THESE DAYS, HOPE YOU FIND YOUR WAY BACK SOON TO THE CITY/LAND OF A THOUSAND SUNS!
WENT BACK AND DID A PLAYBY PLAY