As his cruiser approached, he sighed and fumbled for his lighter. He pulled to a stop and lit his cigarette, his third today. Something about this murder didn't feel right, but he also wanted to know more, which was why he had transferred his shift to guard duty at the CSI crime lab. He had watched the Tahoe leave the scene, and had left as soon as he could. He saw the Tahoe parked, but waited in his cruiser till his cigarette burnt out, listening to the radio. The song was 'Riders on the storm' by The Doors.
"There's a killer on the road.
His brain is squirmin' like a toad.
Take a long holiday,
let your children play.
If you give this man a ride,
sweet family will die,
killer on the road."
He sighed, blowing another puff of smoke out the window.