A Picture is worth a Thousand Words. A Camera? Just two.

"This is the Maddington Police Department. What seems to be the situation, Ma'am?"

"There's this guy... In my apartment complex... I thought he... The door was..."

"Ok, calm down miss. Is he still breathing?"

"No... There's too much blood. And too many bodies..."

"We'll send a team right over."

Inspector Donovan had just gotten promoted as a police inspector less than a week ago, but even with her training, nothing had prepared her for the bloodbath that was Adam's Apartment.

A mangled corpse, beaten and bruised, lied in the corner of the room, bound by ropes, with clear signs of a struggle.

"This would seem like a case of domestic ****, but given the state of the body and the copious amounts of lube we found around this place, we think it might be **** by an overly active sexual partner." Inspector Donovan turned to face her colleague, Sergeant Anderson, who seemed very interested in the evidence lay before him.

"Whoever this was," Sergeant Anderson continued, "was either incredibly brutal or masochistic. I mean, I get that it looks like a threesome, but body parts are missing from the female victim, and judging by the coroner's report on the male, before he passed he had a raging erect-" before Sgt. Anderson could finish, Inspector Donovan had already cut him off.

"This seems like the work of a psychopath." She interjected. "Is there any evidence pointing to what he might have done to deserve such a punishment?"

"Well, there is this camera that we found." Sgt. Anderson replied, lifting up a large Canon camera, the screen shiny and sticky from the dried lube.

Inspector Donovan turned on the camera and looked through the footage, revealing a bunch of photos of scantily-clad women dressed up as models, each photo having a foot-centric focus. She felt repulsed at how degrading some of the photos were.

"I'll never understand foot people," She said. "Send the camera over to the forensics team and see if they can identify any plausible assailants. Then wipe the drive."

"Since there's gonna be a charity drive soon, do you think we should put this baby up for sale once the analysis is over? It should help us achieve that $1000 goal quite easily." Sgt. Anderson asked.

"Do what you want with it. I doubt there's much use for that thing anyways."

"On Sale it is then!" Sgt. Anderson replied, walking back to the patrol car.