"What the hell do you mean, he's dead?"

"Was dead when I walked in, sir. Stabbed, decapitated, and had his head put on the table."

Scott was livid. Furious, even. Sure, he wasn't exactly upset that the scumbag was dead- rather, he was upset at the fact that he was dead before there was a chance to interrogate him. After so many dead-ends, they finally had a suspect in custody. They could have finally gotten some answers...but, instead, someone killed him.

Although, at the very least, Scott knew much more than he knew yesterday. Rebecca had been kind enough to fill him in on that. About the supernatural, and the hidden war between them and the Hunters. With what appeared to be an actual hunter in police custody, he had woken up, ready to finally get some answers. Now, all he had were more questions. Who was this man? Why did he, a hunter, kill another hunter? Who did he work with? Who killed him?

Scott looked up to the officer next to him. "Do we have any idea who the perp is?"

"That's the thing. Something had messed with the cameras. Everything's all...warped, almost."

"Oh, perfect. Just [i]perfect[/i]." Scott let out a deep sigh. "Look, you stay here for now, make sure nobody touches anything. I'm going to talk to the Chief about this."

And with that, Scott began to walk to the Chief's office. If anyone knew something, it would be him. After all, you couldn't just walk into a police station and kill somebody.