Matt lounged decadently in the blocky, metal chair, his feet propped on the interrogation table. He smiled charmingly at Detective Poulson as blood and other matter dried on his face and beard.
Detective Poulson pushed the crime scene photo across the table to Matt and said, “So, you admit shooting John Slaton in the face with a 12-gauge shotgun.”
Matt carefully extracted a piece of paper from his shirt pocket and pushed it across the table to Poulson. Curious, Poulson carefully picked up the blood-splattered paper and said, “What is this?”
“My bill for zombie extermination,” Matt replied, “Cash only.”