Sheriff Thompson arrived at the back lot at midnight. The door clicked unlocked to let him in.
"What the hell?"
There was blood everywhere. A bed soaked in it. A microwave on a cart with blood running down its door. A large cage holding what remained of a man who had been shot in the head, his brain matter splattered across the floor.
"Sheriff Thompson," Henry said from behind the glass. "Welcome back. It's been a busy night."
He picked up a clipboard and studied it.
"Your layaway was due this week, but you stopped by yesterday to tell me you wouldn't be able to pay it off in time. As you can see, we have a mess to clean up. Jose and Juan will help. Make sure the room is completely clean by daylight, and the balance on the LaserDisc player will be forgiven."
Jose handed the sheriff a mop.