Murder One in Wheatonville

The police captain scratched his head, looking down at the wreckage. "I coulda sworn that at tall Caucasian was driving," he said.

"That car is empty, cap," his partner said.

"What's all this white powder on the floorboards? Do ya think it might be ev'dence?"

"Ev'dence of what, besides flapjacks?" the deputy replied. The captain knew he should have thought twice before taking the deputy out on an empty stomach. Once, he had finished some food on the plate of a victim in a tavern. He reached in the glove compartment for an emergency supply of Cracker Jacks.