Babs shudders. "That sounds like nightmare fuel. Do me a favor and keep your partner there away from the cops."

She downloads recent footage from the security camera and runs it back until she sees it: Sal Handy oozing out of the truck and running off into the night like his legs are trying to escape from his body. She hasn't seen anything like it since the time she fell asleep in the middle of reading Clive Barker's Books of Blood.