The Pickle Ball Murders

It was obvious that the game Pickle Ball had becomes an anathema to the captain…for when he was through listening to the irate caller on the telephone, Captain Carl Sanders, the commander of the police force in Mesa, Arizona, banged the phone down angrily in its cradle and then with the furrows in his brow deepening he fixed his eyes sharply on Jeff Conradi and Tom Eager, the detectives he had summoned to his office earlier that morning and said, "I wish those asinine Pickle Ball players would grow up. Every time one of them loses a match they take out their frustration on their spouses, or hook-ups, or whatever the hell their love-connections are called these days, and then what we have is another case of domestic violence on our hands. If it were up to me I'd have that stupid game outlawed in this country because I'm certain that one of these days some idiotic Pickle Ball player is going to get so riled up losing a match that he'll end up murdering his opponent."
In the story it’s as if Capt. Carl Sanders had Second Sight for that’s exactly what happened in the lives of several Pickle Ball players.