You and Emily were observing the interrogation room as Floyd Feylinn Ferell, a satanic serial killer was being interrogated. Father Marks, the local priest had been called in to try and get the man to talk. Floyd was staring into space, there was something frightening about the vacancy of his mind.

"God is in all of us," the priest protested. He was getting irritated at the situation, at Floyd still seeming not fully there in the moment.

A small murmur was heard from Floyd, something that sounded a lot like, "So is Tracy Lambert."

The missing girl they still hadn't found. You and Emily exchanged a confused look for a moment before it dawned on the both of you. The damn chilli. The girl had been cooked into a chilli. Emily's face dropped as she watched yours pale. God, this man was just sick.

"No..." Emily whispers. She couldn't believe half the town had parts of a girl in their stomachs. It was incomprehensible.