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Ma'am, why'd you eat your husband?

Maggie didn't seem to have an answer or she didn't say why. She looked at the officer, an older man with a five o'clock shadow of light red facial hair.

There's blood everywhere, he noted to her. I've never seen anything like this before.

I didn't finish I'm sorry.

I noticed.

Should I? She jumped forward and away just as the police did to stop her

That wasn't a suggestion ma'am.

Oh you were being funny.

He shook his head again, not really ma'am.

Looking about the apartment for the tenth time they noticed body parts all over, 

            draping everything as if she stopped and discarded the body part 

                to start on another as if for a moment she had paused as if a child without any real focus on their effort.

The apartment was small with filled bookcases lining the walls; 

    not just books but the usual single item left to decorate the volumes. 

        Many fantastic volumes he never had heard of before, Ramirez get your phone out, Google the volumes, what they are and what are they about, it'll be start.

Yes sir

Maggie was a small, pale reddish hair falling unkempt, stained and puddled with blood a house dress draping over her shoulders loose on her petite frame

I must finish, she said

Just please stay seated, he said nodding to the officer guarding her.

Maggie grabbed the officers hand beside her and started licking the hairs.

Sir! He called out to the Sergeant with a worried look.

Ma'am please, said the Sergeant to Maggie.

The autopsy team arrived