Apologies for the delay. When I posted the last three entries my grandpa was elated.

He spent too much time going over the comments and brought him joy that I haven't seen in a long time.

His health took a brief turn for the worst in the recent weeks and he made me promise to not

post any more transcriptions of our conversation to that and being able to sit down with me and watch the comments roll in.

So, I'll keep that promise. Luckily he's back to where he was when we started this whole thing which still isn't great but it's better than he has been recently.

So I'm proud to present the fourth impossible case.

It's not always people you know the impossible ones were limited just people.

Back in the late 80s or early 90s maybe we caught a call suspected murder had taken place.

Mail has filled out the mailbox eventually someone called the police for a wellness check.

Some uniforms go to check. It looked through the window and they see blood and living room carpet and the walls.

They go in, play the house. We get called.

I remember the phone call. Is the same as the calls from the impossible cases.

Yeah, we know it's another one but we get so.

You always tell how crappy our day was going to be by the tone of voice who ever called us.

It was me and temporary partner I had this guy, Maloy.

He'd come over from across the state but like every detective he was.

He was familiar with the impossible ones though he said that at his last shop they were referred to as the unexplained different names same mind boggling bullshit.

Anyway, we pull up at the house and we find everyone standing outside get outside of the car making their just trying to preserve the scene.

We see everyone is really on edge jumping when you shut the doors staring at the ground.

I can real antsy. We ask what's going on. No one says a word.

We go around asking if the house has been cleared finally uniformed looks like it's first down the job.

Not just head a bit. Maloy and I go to the house.

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