
The Meatgrinder was a small butcher shop on the corner, maybe I could replace the knife there.

All I needed was a motive, a crime, and a paying customer and the way things were flying around today I was not sure it was going to end being paid by a knife in the back, the crime being the girl would not shut up about some spilled paint, and no motive as there did not seem to be any purpose as yet this day.
Then, things got a bit colorful and I am not talking about her language.

