Story time with the boss

So apparently, a couple of years ago, the cops notice a stolen car parked by the side of the road near a park. No one's in the car, so they start asking around, hey did you see the guy who was driving this car? And some people say, yea, they did, and he's in the restroom. So the cops go over to the restroom and ask the guy to step outside so they can talk. And he says no. And the cops say, no really, you have to step outside and talk with us. And the guy says, no really I'm not coming out.

So they get the SWAT team out there and they do their thing with the pepper spray and the guy comes out. So the cops go in to see why on Earth the guy didn't just come out in the first place. And then they call the coroner.

It turns out he was in a stall. And in the stall was a dead prostitute. A very, very dead prostitute. Propped up against the wall. In order to allow her to, um, continue working.


Post script:
Level 1:
Now, not to put too fine a point on it, but dead prostitutes-- not to mention very dead prostitutes-- are (how shall I put this?) an acquired taste. So I'm thinking there's a whole lot more to this story than I heard. As in he didn't simply discover her there, think to himself, wow! this is my lucky day, and capitalize on his good fortune. I'm thinking this guy made this happen for himself. And I'm wondering to myself how on Earth he feels so comfortable out in public like that if she is the first one he's kept in such a state.

Level 2:
These are the kind of cases that really get to me. Not because of him. It's her. There's just something about people that get treated as if they were worth exactly nothing...