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girl starts walking away and the dude picks up a rock or something and bashes her in the back of the head with it.”
    The gasp from Elise actually startled me a bit. She was quite taken aback by the shocking twist my seemingly innocent and pointless story had taken.
    “Are you serious?” she asked.
    “Yes, I’m quite serious.”
    “What the hell did you do?”
    “I stood there and watched! The guy bent down and kept hitting her until I guess she was dead. Then he picked her up and walked her out into the ocean!”
    “Shut your mouth!”
    “I’m serious.”
    “Archie Lemons, if you are lying to me, I swear to God I am going to hit YOU with a rock!”
    Three fingers shot up in the air as I said “Scout’s honor.”
    “That’s the Girl Scout’s salute, Nancy.”
    “Oh,” I said as I lowered one finger. “Whatevs.” (Then, I lowered one more finger, if ya catch my drift.)
    “Archie, have you slept? Your eyes are really bloodshot.”
    “Me sleeping is irrelevant to the story.”
    “Archie…”
    “Okay, I haven’t slept because of that goddamn RTV and their amazing line-up, but I sure as shit know what I saw.”
    “Wow. Okay. So. Did you call the cops?”
    “No, my fat ass couldn’t even run up the hill all the way. Then I got sidetracked and went to the store.”
    “You stopped off for a drink after witnessing a murder?!”
    “Yeah. Let’s leave the part out of the story when we call the cops.”
    “Yeah,” she said. “That’s probably a good idea.”
    “Yeah, so…You want to call or what?”
    “Me?”
    “Yeah,” I tell her, “nobody gives a shit about what some dude has to say. People believe girls. Especially good lookin’ ones.”
    “Archie! You are reporting a murder. I really don’t think the cops are going to care who calls.”
    “Even so. Come on…”
    “God, fine, give me your phone, punk.”
    I reach into my pocket and grab my phone. I check for any new texts messages, to which there are none, probably because I have no friends, and then I click on my Facebook app to see if I have missed anything exciting back home. Apparently, this was annoying to Elise because she socked me in the arm and ripped the phone from my hand.
    “Don’t read my messages!”
    “Jesus Christ, Archie.”
    She opened the phone app and dials 911. Before she can hit call, I stop her. “Wait, 911 is for emergencies. I’m pretty sure that poor ol’ lady in the ocean is pretty far past the emergency stage. She’s so dead she’s probably at like the Casual Call to the Police stage.”
    “God, shut up and let me make the call.”
    “Man, you are grumpy in the morning.”
    I took her advice and shut up and she shot me the dirtiest goddamn look I had ever seen. I slowly backed away from her and let her make the call.
    When she hung up, she told me the cops would be arriving here in a minute to take our statement and they will go from there. I wasn’t too keen on having the cops cruise up right to where we were staying, just in case Suit Man went for a little drive. Leading him directly to my room didn’t seem like the best idea, but I guess I didn’t have a choice. It’s not as if we could pack up the kids and take them to the police station.
    Turns out Shell Beach is way too small to have their own police department, and all operations are out of Pismo Beach, five minutes up the road. When the PBPD cruiser pulled up to our motel, I politely asked if they could park around the corner. I was quite taken aback when they happily obliged. Big difference between the Bakersfield, P.D., where they take everything you say as an insult and threaten to arrest you for it…or shoot you.
    Remember that old show Bakersfield P.D.? I think it was on Fox, so of course it was cancelled after only a few episodes. Before, Korn, that was our towns brief brush with fame. Even though, if I remember correctly, they played the cops as bumbling idiots, as opposed to douchebags that shoot first, ask questions second. You