Accolades rained down from every quarter on behalf of the two vanished policemen and of course the beautiful college student Samara Lee Patterson, who’s lifeless, and partially mutilated body was discovered by teens skinny-dipping in a nearby pond on the night of her disappearance. In a rare move Tierney also announced the reinstatement of Sergeant Joe Tackett, divulging that Tackett’s suspension had all along only been a clever ruse to lure the killer into a false sense of security, since the department had long suspected he was closely watching them. Noticeably absent from the hat tips was any mention of Nick Sullivan, who now sat idly outside the interrogation room drinking an almost cold coffee from Donut Haven. “Cheer up kid, I told you my days are numbered here.” He looked up to see Tackett with a wide grin on his face. “You’ll be Sergeant in no time and good riddance to this place I say. I’ll leave the bottle of Jack in my desk for you when I go.” “I’m not leadership material.”
