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 This is the story of Bob. From the Evidence Locker. Now Bob. From the Evidence Locker. Was a strange man. He didn't eat, sleep, or talk. He didn't even move from his chair in the evidence locker. For the longest time, everyone swore that Bob. From the Evidence Locker. Was just a well-made dummy. That is, until one brave young officer got close enough to Bob. From the Evidence Locker. To poke him in the chest. There is a memorial plaque for that young man, now, on the evidence locker door that reads "In Loving Memory to Officer Twypsn. He was brave. And stupid. But brave looks better on a plaque, so that's what we told his widow." There is a

Sleeping Babies Prologue There was something infinitely soothing about a sleeping baby. The silence, broken by snuffling breaths, was calming; the sight of the infant, splayed out on his or her back with little fists clenched by their head, was alluring in a way that was nostalgic; the little eyes, closed against the cruel world, under lids that seemed to thick for such a tiny thing, didn't seem to move in REM sleep, but held still, as if dead. She believed there was something infinitely soothing about a sleeping baby. It was why she kept babes around her, close to her, surrounding her in every room of her home. She loved the sight of a sle