He drank whenever he could. He was a silent

He drank whenever he could. He was a silent drunk. Hell, he'd been totally blacked out yesterday at work, no one knew. Once someone confessed that they'd killed their child to him

and he couldn't remember, which is a shame because children dying is always funny, and humor could have replaced alcohol in his life. Alas, his memory was humorless. He picked up a

grenade, which was conveniently laying next to him. He smirked. "Kumzalot Elementary school isn't far from here." He thought to himself. "Time to make some memories of my own." He

wandered over to the school, a guest speaker just beginning a talk. He crept through the doorway until he had a good shot. The grenade flew from his hand just so, landing on stage

and blowing OJ Simpson to smithereens. "Oh shit. So much for Capricorn I. Can we run with Capricorn II?" But OJ was only half-smithereened. He stood and shook an angry fist. "Why

Are you doing this to me? Don't you know I am innocent?" Detective Polycyski was not fazed. "We are investigating everything and don't care if you were a famous football player!"

Even Snack is a suspect. Snack pulled out his guard to protest, but Bubba shoved it back in. "Where's Honey Badger?" Det. Polycyski's whipped out his notepad. "Who is that?"

"Honey Badger is our Shadowfighter. If anybody is suspicious she will root them out. Plus she can vouch for me." Det. Polycyski's hardly reacted at that but said, "how convenient."

Fifteen years ago, Det. Polycyski had met Honey Badger in a steamy little cafe in Berlin. They had spent the night in the hostel, but in the morning she had gone, leaving only a

nearly finished lipstick and a scent of musk.. A scent that intrigued me, pursued me, haunted me to this very moment. And now, only now, that was about to change.