Knocking on the glass partition separating him from the Norton cop who was sitting, reading a magazine on that late Sunday night, when Jim Morel and his dad walked into the stationhouse, Jim said, "I guess I want to ... well, like, I don't know, report a murder."
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Jim thought bells and whistles would go off. Blue lights would flash and a bullhorn would state loudly: A murder! Step inside!
Well, not really.
As if it were a routine car break in, the cop handed Jim a slip of paper and said, "Fill that out. Someone will be out to speak with you in a minute."
So Jim sat and began to write down exactly what he had discussed with Jason Weir earlier that day inside the restaurant.




