Detective Hoffman got away with it all,

His wife couldn't testify against him because

He killed her, killed the other detectives that

Came so close, and burned in evidence,

Now he was unstoppable.

"Detective Hoffman can I see you in my fucking office please"

Said the chief,

Hoffman walked into his office and sat down.

"Do you know this man" asked chief,

"Yes I know him: he is Norman Bates that runs

That fucking Bates motel" Hoffman answered.

" I want you to go and question the man,

Rumor has it that he has commit a series

Of murderers" said the chief,

"I'll do my best for you sir" said Hoffman had

Different intentions.

Once Hoffman got to the hotel he

Saw Norman turning on the lights

In the building then went over to

Him, "are you Norman Bates" Hoffman asked,

"Yes sir, who are you I've haven't seen you before"

Said Norman.

"I'm detective Hoffman I have some questions for you"

Hoffman said again,

"Really what about?"

Asked Norman,

"There was a series of murders I'd like to talk to about"

Said Hoffman,

"I don't know what you're talking about"

Said Norman confused.

"Your fucking mother, your mother's fucking boyfriend, the fucking women,

You had nothing to do with those murders"

Asked Hoffman,

"NO!" Yelled Norman,

"Then you leave me no choice but to bring a fucking warrant"

Demanded Hoffman.

As he went on his way,

Norman look at Hoffman like he had murder in his eyes.

Hoffman returned with a warrant for Norman's arrest,

But when he got to the house Norman was

Not there.

Hoffman drew out his gun and went into the

House "Norman! I your here in this fucking house",

He searched the house some more,

Until a cloth went over his mouth and

All went black.