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ahead for him. “ Listen, I’ve dealt with your friend over there in the past few weeks, I can’t handle you guys right now.”
                  Peewee finally exited the car, taking a deep breath before speaking. “ Hey, man, sorry. We’ll be on our way.”
                  The detective just shook his head at him. “ This isn‘t a game, what you people have is a sick disease, you want to play detective, join the fucking force .” There was a hint of a Boston accent each time he spoke.
                  Karen rolled her eyes at him, disgusted at his profiling. It was the same with every other detective they met, they only saw a group of losers, trying to be something they weren’t. “ Save it, you guys did a poor piss job. A man kills his family and you can’t find him. The guy was hiding under your noses after his botched suicide, I know kids who play hide and seek that would have found him.”
                  Both Klecko and Peewee stared at her asking the same question. “ Suicide? “
                  She laughed hysterically at them, enjoying the puzzle look on their face, the cops pushing the crowd back looked towards her direction wondering what the commotion was about. “  The gaping wound in his jaw, it’s a dead give away. The idiot killed his family successfully, but he failed to off himself. Thing I can’t figure out, why beat the wife to a pulp.”
                  “ Maybe he ran out of bullets…” The detective wanted to smack himself for playing her game, that and giving the worst observation of his life.
                  “ Not possible, he wasted two shots on the kids, one on himself,  one at the officer who found him, and another at your cops who were chasing him down. Judging by the gun in his hand, “ Karen made her way to the body, moving one officer aside that blocked her view of the weapon. “ It’s a 357.Magnum, how it didn’t kill him or left him in worst shape is anyone’s guess. This typical model holds around ten rounds. Plenty to kill the whole family.”
                  “ How did he get a gun like that in the first place.” Peewee had to ask.
                  “ Black market, it's not that hard.” Karen quickly added.
                  “ Wow, she’s good.” The young black officer standing beside Karen said out loud, Klecko shook his head at the officer, the last thing he wanted was to boost her confidence.
                  “ Why beat the wife ?” She seem to ask the dead man on the floor.
                  “ Maybe she was cheating!” Klecko yelled at her, furious she was taking his case from under him and making a joke out of him.
                  “ The jersey.” Peewee said tapping his hand on the hood of his car. “ It’s a Norte Dame jersey.” They stared at him puzzled. “ Norte Dame, the college football team, they were playing USC today!”
                  It struck Karen like lightning.“ The wife went to U.S.C, who won!?” She looked among the men for an answer.
                  “ USC 42-38.” The young black officer said, only to turn his face back to the crime scene as Klecko shot him a glance.
                  “ He killed his wife over a football game!” Karen jumped in mid-air, hugging the young officer, who joined in their celebration.
                  “ What the hell are you talking about, that makes no sense! “ Klecko grabbed a hopping Karen by the arm, opened the car door and pushed her inside. “ I want you two out of here right now, this isn’t a fucking game.”
                  “ You can’t throw us out of here, we’re about to solve the case.” Karen protested, she tried to get up, but Klecko pushed her back down in her seat.
                  “ I got a feeling if I look in your car I’ll find some