Ralph Turner

[Ralph Turner @InspectorSpade]

@InspectorSpear Now she’s cursed. She’ll never forget opening her eyes.

Finding him down. Come on. Remember where the gun was found?

[Ralph Turner @InspectorSpade]

@InspectorSpear Behind the fire, buried in the ice. It’s there. I swear.

[Ralph Turner @InspectorSpade]

@InspectorSpear She says it was a pact. And the parents, they knew.
The guilt. They must be racked.

[Ralph Turner @InspectorSpade]

The girl’s story is credible.

[Ralph Turner @InspectorSpade]

No. There’s more.

[Ralph Turner @InspectorSpade]

Rumors knee deep. Texts hip-notic dreck.

What do these kids speak? Truth is here but where?

[Ralph Turner @InspectorSpade]

@jhensonentprise Yes, I see your reply, John.

[Ralph Turner @InspectorSpade]

Yeah but he said, he muttered, “damn kids.”

[Ralph Turner @InspectorSpade]

Her mother is ice. His father is fire. Blood lust justice.

[Ralph Turner @InspectorSpade]

Not bad. Just sad.

[Ralph Turner @InspectorSpade]

Her lawyer smells like money. I’d have made book she’d make bail even at a mill. But they left her lurched. Besmirched.

[Ralph Turner @InspectorSpade]

We found him bound by her arms. Pubescent Pieta. Her hands a cross across his chest. Her head dropped, gold hair hanging. Halo? Horns?

[Ralph Turner @InspectorSpade]

@jhensonentprise It will start tomorrow, John.