The harsh overhead light accentuated the bags under the police officer's eyes. When the old couple came in through the door he thought to himself. "not another fucking one of these."

The past month there had been at least four people killed at the 

Seaside Rest

. And a few had gone missing. This couple looked like out of towners. The first thing he thought when he saw them was that they were coming from that forsaken hotel.

He examined their face as they approached. The woman looked scared. The man annoyed.

"We're here to report an accident."

The officer reached for the clipboard real slow. Took a pen.

"Something happened at the Seaside Rest." He was right! "There's a man there. We think he might be dead."

Tom was pissed about coming here. He had told those other two guys to handle the mess. Now they were reporting the crime directly to the pigs. But it was an accident after all. He truly hadn't meant to kill that man. His strength had gotten away from him, and the neck in his grasp had snapped before he had known it.