Taylor took a seat across from Constable Morgan, eyeing off the other policemen outside the office that were very obviously staring at him.
"So what's this about?" he was afraid to ask.
"Some people in Nevada complained of an odd smell an hoardes of insects at a particular house one day."
Taylor just looked confused.
"When the officers arrived, they found it hard to get in, but when they did they found the occupant had... passed on, some time earlier."
"Ok," Taylor was already wondering the relevance.
"This was late December. Christmas time. The officers, as well as the deceased, found many unsettling things in this house..."
The light was starting to go on, but Taylor hid it very well.
"It became evident that it was the lair of a largely demented serial killer, and kept many a trophy of his charges. In fact there was one poor son of a bitch still in there who'd perished of starvation not long after."
"I'm sorry," Taylor cut in, holding back feelings of nausea, "but this is relevant to me how? On the phone you said my name came up in the investigation."
"The trophies this man kept were body parts," Morgan went on, "and in an effort to identify his victims they were each sent off for DNA testing. The results are just starting to come back in, and the first round tells us that one of those parts, Sir, may have belonged to you."
Taylor hesitated, then broke into a nervous chuckle.
"You know that's crazy, right? I mean I'm not missing anything..."
"As we all can plainly see. Especially since..." she placed a crime scene phoo on the table in front of him, "it's supposedly your eye."
Taylor frowned upon sight of it, the nausea now evident by the look on his face.
"There's gotta be some mistake in the testing," he assured, shaking his head, "unless the creep found a way to trick you guys somehow."
"And how would he do that?"
"I don't know," Taylor shrugged, "rob a blood bank maybe? Mixing DNA?"
"You ever seen this man before?" she threw another photo.
Taylor's eyes locked on the photo of Blakesley's father, Isaac, and he immediately put his power to work to keep them from finding out he was lying.
"No ma'am. That him?"
"Maybe," Morgan gave him a skeptical look.
She took the photos back and replaced them in her file.
"Thank you for your time Mr. Hanson. We'll be sure to call on you again if anything else arises."
Taylor nodded acceptingly, and stood from his chair.
"You be sure to call if you think of anything," she insisted as he made his way out.
Taylor made his way through the staring officers and out onto the street to find his car. He stopped once he was in to take a few deep breaths and think it all over.
There was another problem solved.