Cole Burkhardt
speaker
840 appearances
5 recordings
1 series
first heard May 2026
last heard 7 Sep
Cole Burkhardt’s voice in public audio — every appearance, attributed to the second.
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I couldn't understand how Hitz had forgotten something so vitally important as the body's second eye.
Until I saw that the familiar little book was not the only thing she had buried in that shallow grave alongside the body.
My hand was remarkably steady as I bent close and picked up the little notched silver spoon, examining it, intrigued.
The old man's dead body lay at the bottom of the stairs, wide cloudy eyes looking up at the ceiling.
His stiff fingers still clutched the cream-spattered whisk, a curious place for an aspiring baker to be found dead.
Running parallel to the stairs was a long, wood-paneled hallway that led to a dark, cluttered living room, with the kitchen tucked away through a wide doorway off the back of that.
The low tick of a clock could be heard from down the hallway.
Detective G.S.
Dillinger furiously scribbled that piece of information down on his notepad, whether it was relevant or not was yet to be known.
The air in this vestibule of death was thick with stale cigarette smoke and the smell of cordite still lingered, along with an earthy undertone, well, at least to Dillinger's nose.
Dillinger was, thankfully, no longer a cigarette smoker, having given up after suffering a pierced lung as he, like many other men, climbed a ladder and crested a trench on a battlefield in Saint-Miel, northern France.
He remembered that cigarette longingly.
What he never longed for was the sound of bullets, shells dropping, and the howling screaming that seemed to serenade him most nights when he drifted off to fitful sleep.
The beat cop, Smitherson, who had arrived just before Dillinger, was also writing notes.
Dillinger didn't understand why, but he let him do it anyway.
The beat cop was young, early 20s, with a face that looked perpetually anguished.
Dillinger imagined him turning up, lights blaring to an active crime scene, and the burglar with his legs still stuck in the window would probably just burst out laughing at Smitherson's face.
"'So, do we have any signs of violence?'
asked Smitherson.
"'Good question.'
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