It Aint What It Looks

Hopper doesn’t know what he expects when he kicks the door to the bar open. He just knows that he got a call out about an altercation, something about a guy with a weapon getting in a fight with out-of-towners. When he rolls up the place looks abandoned, which is unusual for a Thursday, even for this bar which lies along the outskirts of town. No, he doesn’t know what he expected but Billy Hargrove, covered in blood, machete in hand and a half dozen headless bodies surrounding him on the floor is nowhere near it.