Detective Jack: S1-03: The Headless Horseman

Pop!

As I turned the corner, I saw something that would have to wait...could that be another body?

In the meantime, there was something more certain: In front of me was a speeding car. And what a car it was! Bright pink, with a fresh wax that glistened in the sun. And it appeared...somehow...that it was driving itself.

A greater fool may have thought this some sort of magic. But a brief teenage job at the carnival taught me that “magic” was always a trick. The driver must have been bending over.

Like a headless horseman, the car sped and swerved right past me.

As it came by, I could just make out the license plate: G8D90C.

I didn’t need to take a note. My photographic memory was still solid after all these years of drowning my brain in booze and not-to-be-named chemicals.

Anyways.

A plate...a detective’s dream. We were in business. It was time to make a phone call.