"That's generally the only good effect to Hookah I gathered. But Jesus. Yeah, I know guys like that."
But Jesus, rape-y too? Guy sounds like he might have deserved what he got. He won't say that out loud. Hank is the sort of cop where brotherhood ends if someone's enough of a shithead.
Hank holds up a finger. "I had to get my partner's help on this one since he knows androids better than me. Like, a hell of a lot better. He is one. But, anyway, we're brought in on a sex club murder. There's a guy who's been strangled on the bed. There's the android he rented in the room beaten to death." And he calls it 'death' on purpose. That's what happened to her.
"First guys came in and concluded it was barely worth their time. Rough play gone wrong. They pretty much have time to insult me and my partner as they head out like professional cocksucking morons." But Hank's not bitter, right? Onward. "Hooker was dead. Guy was dead. But okay... Girl is in the floor over here," he makes a loose motion behind him on the carpet. "And fucker is dead about where I'm sitting. On his back, on the bed. Hand prints around his throat. Nobody suspicious has been seen coming into or leaving the club. This was practically the only guy there that night besides the manager and his hooker inventory."
That being the important part.
"Now you might be able to figure out what's going on. But how would you have went about working out what happened?"
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But Jesus, rape-y too? Guy sounds like he might have deserved what he got. He won't say that out loud. Hank is the sort of cop where brotherhood ends if someone's enough of a shithead.
Hank holds up a finger. "I had to get my partner's help on this one since he knows androids better than me. Like, a hell of a lot better. He is one. But, anyway, we're brought in on a sex club murder. There's a guy who's been strangled on the bed. There's the android he rented in the room beaten to death." And he calls it 'death' on purpose. That's what happened to her.
"First guys came in and concluded it was barely worth their time. Rough play gone wrong. They pretty much have time to insult me and my partner as they head out like professional cocksucking morons." But Hank's not bitter, right? Onward. "Hooker was dead. Guy was dead. But okay... Girl is in the floor over here," he makes a loose motion behind him on the carpet. "And fucker is dead about where I'm sitting. On his back, on the bed. Hand prints around his throat. Nobody suspicious has been seen coming into or leaving the club. This was practically the only guy there that night besides the manager and his hooker inventory."
That being the important part.
"Now you might be able to figure out what's going on. But how would you have went about working out what happened?"