Bob selected a tortilla chip and dipped it in salsa and said "how can I help you Detective."

As he opened the back of the van, Barnes was confronted by a statue of this figure, Iriwake, the New Guinea god of war, father of crocodiles.

Woody, by this time, had gotten the struggling Weregator handcuffed securely to the back bumper and had managed to pry open the truck's back doors so he could get a look at the cargo.

Steve exclaims,"Rose, I dialed  Mystery Bob’s Roadside Attractions and suddenly I'm here in New Mexico looking at this fat blob eating tortilla chips."

DR. Cuttingham Chief forensic pathologist was reviewing the report on the last victim, thinking that it read like a page out of a Stephen King novel.

"Well, almost every human culture has legends of shapechangers, but it has never been proven, so it is just that...legend,"answered Steve.

"Steve," Rose said, still staring at the photo on the floor, "do you believe that there are people who can turn themselves into animals or animals that can turn themselves into people?"

The forensic boys discoverd the crocodile's partially digested victim was in fact bald just like the other 8 victims.

Rose dropped the picture, grabbed the phone and called Steve.

"I shot you because in case you had not noticed, your a fucking alligator, so stay on the ground, gator boy," replied Barnes.

"Why," said the Were-gator, glowering at Barnes as he sat up and began inspecting the bruises on his scaly chest left by the bullets, "did you shoot when I was TRYING to tell you that I would come along quietly?"

Rose put down the 4th picture and a feeling of impending doom began creeping over her.

After Woody emptied his service revolver into the thing that now laid at his feet he sighed saying, "no more buckwheat pancakes."

Barnes lept back and leveled his gun right at the albino (were-crocodiles)head.

Then the really freaky shit went down: the albino's skin went from smooth and white to dark green and scaly, his human stretched into a snout, and his teeth sprouted into a sharp, pointy, reptilian (or perhaps amphibian?) grin.

The albino  convulsing violently his eyes bugging out of his head and rolling around like pink marbles falling on his tounge while  pointing to the tattoo on his neck, cried , "aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrggggghhhhhhhh."

After searching the albino, Barnes asked, '' what's in the back? "

Barnes yanked the albino out of the vehicle and frisked him for weapons.