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In a perfect world, the FBI would have showed up at my rental property. But the blood had gone dry by the time two experts showed up to process the scene, and let’s face it: the FBI doesn’t give a damn about people in Northfolk.

I waited outside next to Officer James’ police car, smoking a Camel. I’d gone all night without a cigarette, but this incident gave me the perfect excuse to fire one up. Smoke filled my lungs, sending little shocks of warmth to my head and my toes.

Officer Ellie James had asked me to stay. After all, I owned the cabin that was now the scene of a crime.

Leaning against the hood of my tenant’s car, I puffed while watching the chaos around me unfold.