In the morning, the town comes back to life. Birds crow overhead, a snake nearby hisses, a lingering coyote dips behind a shop before disappearing into the wild. It's a frightening contrast to the stillness of yesterday but it doesn't mean it's over yet. After all, today is the trial.
The Sheriff stands on the porch of the Town Hall and brings his hand up to his mouth to let out a whistle. He'll thumb back to the Hall behind him and very clearly state --
"Trial time, folks. Get in here and figure out who did it."
And then he'll turn to leave before pausing and adding on,
"Bring a snack or somethin' too.
The Town Hall is set up more like a court house, a Judge's bench at the front but instead of at center, it's off to the side as if more for observation than participation. There's a table at the front of the room already holding a small box and a pad of papers and pen, for voting apparently. A side room containing only a metal gurney is next and today it's obvious why there's a gurney there at all with the corpse, resting right on top of it. Aside from that, there are rows for everyone to take a seat and it's only after everyone is inside and settled, that the doors close and the Sheriff speaks.
"Well, have at it. You've got till nine."
And then, he points to a clock on the wall that reads 12:00. Good luck.
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robowest2017-02-04 12:00 pm
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It was a pack, wasn't it? One coyote, no, but a few...? Especially those looking for food. It... wouldn't be hard for them to pull her free.
[ He is trying to be gentle though, voice soft even if the words are kind of what the fuck. ]
A charred body? Maybe, yeah, with enough force. It could explain the necklace. Maybe they broke part of it as they pulled her out.
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Three. Two of them attacked and chased Mrs. O'Leary from under the porch. [He gestures to his poor bandaged dog.] The other one was still down there...they tore out her torso and one of her arms but everything else was in tact. [The horrible sad thing is that it makes sense and he's at a complete loss.]
...I think she's still down there, Will. [The Sheriff only brought Riku's head. What about Annabeth's body? We just don't know.]
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Hannibal and I-- We'll pull her out of there. Clean up anything that's left. Bury the rest of her, even if the Sheriff decides to move her too. She won't rot under there, Percy.
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Okay. [It's a very, very quiet agreement, but an agreement.] We're still not any closer to knowing who actually started this though. That's what I don't like.