BLACK RIVER

Jason’s arms were found fifty feet from the Black River. 

Nothing else other than a coagulated blood trail dissolving in a sudden rainstorm.

I pointed to the investigation slips.

“Why are these empty?”

“They weren’t when we left the site,” a detective said.

“Any chance you got the wrong papers?”

“We had them the entire time.”

The fact didn’t bother them.

“We’ll try again next round.”

They looked around.

“We held a meeting to review what happened, but nobody remembers a thing. Is that normal?”

“Lots of people go missing and develop amnesia at Black River. Work doesn’t require memory.”