So I had to recover the gun and It’s Christmas So no fucking Fighting Sticker sweater. I checked around and found what looked like a bullet hole in the wall along a line from where the body was. Called in an investigator we finally figured out that he may have shot himself, the round went through the body and into the wall. We dug out a slug and ballistics matched it to the gun. A week or so later I returned a call from a guy out of state he said he’d gotten a phone call from the decedent who was drunk, slurred out something about things that could not be understood except to say good-by, and the line went dead. The caller asked if we could check on the decedent.
It’s Christmas So no fucking Fighting Sticker sweater, shirt, hoodie and v-neck t-shirt
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I told him someone else had called in and I found him dead in the It’s Christmas So no fucking Fighting Sticker sweater, and why had he waited to call us to check on his friend? I was told he wasn’t a friend, but a guy he had worked with years ago who called once every month, drunk and belligerent. This time, though the decedent said good by which was different, and the guy decided that maybe someone should check on him, and now he hadn’t heard from the decedent for a month. The state medical examiner found no signs of a bullet wound of course and no damage to bones by gunshot. The death was signed off as cause of death gunshot and manner of death suicide.