In which the case takes a weird left turn at Albuquerque, because the author suddenly realizes she doesn’t like the story and wants to get back to writing truly absurd things, because thinking and planning are hard and she’s already very behind in this NaNo project.
They got in the car and started driving to the morgue. Sergeant Riggs was staring intently at the screen of his phone.
“Oh, shit!” he exclaimed. He turned a deathly shade of white. “Tell me this is a joke, please, this isn’t funny guys. Not funny at all.”
“What?” Detective Campbell jumped when Sergeant Riggs yelled, and had to jerk the wheel to keep the car from careening off the road. “What is it?”
“Cern just sent out a tweet, and all it says is ‘serious malfunction’. That can’t be good…” He began frantically typing on his phone. “Reports are coming in… explosion… communications being cut off… oh my god, they think they’ve…”
“Hey, do you have a sudden craving for spaghetti?” Detective Campbell asked, just as the event horizon of the newly created black hole hit them.
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