“What’s this thing?” The boss looked at the package with rolling eyes. “We don’t know. It was left in the bin outside.” “We answered a call on the desk phone and we were told to go look outside in the bin, the voice said.” The boss looked at the shit standing by the chair. “You answering calls now? Thought you two should be working along side Ritterman?” He looked at Ritterman. “I told them to man the phone.” Said Ritterman. “ Ritterman. These two are new detectives who need experience. I said take `em with you, always.” “First they need to learn the basics of handling strange objects.” Ritterman held up his hands. “Don’t do anything without a pair of these.” He waived his hands like a singer on stage. The two shit heads looked embarrassed. “Anyway, what? Who’s gonna open this and find out what’s inside? Ritterman?” Asked the boss. “Boss, maybe we should hand it over to forensic first and they can test it for substance. Before any of us get some horrible shit on our hands.” Mystery SuspenseDead Weight Author:Sean P. Durham