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was getting angry.
    “Let me give you a crash course in Legal 101, Kirk. You brought it upon yourself to ride down here and stand within the perimeters of my crime scene. That makes you a person I might be interested in. Understand? Furthermore, if you don’t give me your full legal name, you are obstructing official business, a second-degree misdemeanor in the state of Ohio. I will take you into custody and your bike will belong to me. Any questions?”
    “No.” He hung his head in defeat.
    “Good.” I let go of the bicycle. “I need to see some type of identification. Driver’s license or state ID card.”
    “I don’t have one. I’m on a bike, not a motorcycle!”
    He was sweating badly and I noticed his hands were trembling as he wiped his brow. He was nervous about something. This went beyond the standard being-confronted-by-cops tremors that people get when pulled over for speeding. Not to mention, there was something about him I didn’t like or trust. I just couldn’t put my finger on why.
    “What’s your name?”
    “Kirk Richards.”
    He smiled again, stiffened up as if to regain his composure, and changed his tone to the level of a high-class smart-ass.
    “I live on a farm at 4566 Benedict Road with my aunt and uncle. We just moved here a month ago from Missouri. I’m six feet and two inches tall. I weigh 195 pounds, unlessI take a really good shit in the morning. My hair is brown and my eyes are blue. I jerk off anywhere from two to four times a week. I wear a size thirteen shoe, but it doesn’t come anywhere near the size of my cock. You’ll have to measure that yourself.”
    Coop got a hold of him before I could even contemplate a response. Grabbing him by the back of the neck, Coop tore him off the bicycle and planted him, facedown on the ground—all in one swift motion.
    “How ’bout you measure me, you little punk-ass bitch!”
    Suppressing my laughter, it was hard to hear what Kirk was saying. A mouthful of dirt makes it difficult to talk, I’m sure. His arms and legs were flailing while Coop’s strong hands pushed down harder on the back of Kirk’s head. Grinning widely, I nodded at Coop to give the guy some air.
    Kirk pushed himself up and spun around, sitting upright, while brushing the dirt and blood from his face. It looked like his nose took the brunt of the small rock that Coop held him down on.
    “I see you haven’t had much contact with law enforcement, eh?” I grabbed a tissue out of my pocket and threw it at him. Dumb-ass.
    “What is the matter with you people? I’m gonna have both your fucking badges when this is over with.” He furiously wiped at his nose before standing up.
    “Ah, be careful, Kirkie, r-e-s-p-e-c-t. A lack of it will get you thumped, as you’ve figured out,” Coop warned him.
    “Who else lives at the farm with you? Other than your aunt and uncle?” I was tired of wasting time.
    He looked like he was about to mouth off again, but wisely thought better of it.
    “Just a couple of cousins, that’s all. May I please go now…ma’am?”
    “A few more questions. Why are you dressed like that? I know you’re not Amish, considering the language you’ve just used.”
    He sighed before rolling his eyes. “No, I’m not Amish…I’m a Mormon.”
    Desperately wanting to get back to the Lola situation, I waved him off, after telling him I would most likely be in touch. Clenching his jaw, he hopped on his bicycle and pedaled away like a madman.
    “That was fun. It’s always a good day when I get to make a little asshole like that bleed. Do you think he had anything to do with this, Cee?”
    “I don’t think so, but run a criminal history on him anyway.” I rubbed my eyes. “Do you want to go with me to the victim’s apartment? I think they’re about ready to leave.”
    “Nah, I already sent the other detectives over there to check it out, but they didn’t find much. I think I’m gonna head home. You sure you know what you’re doing with this