Bill and I are sitting in my office, continuing to examine the evidence that we have acquired. He begins by reading out results from the lab, “Poor prints, all partial. Could be one person. Could be more. Salt Lake’s Labs Should know by morning” he says looking disappointed.
I respond wearily, “I just want to know who opened that nursery door, who did what they did to that baby girl. If it’s Allen, we charge him, get him to Draper, and in front of a firing squad”.
A police officer walks in, and provides us with information about the extended family’s cabin. It is in the middle of nowhere, a couple hours from any civilization.
“How did you find the coordinates for that place?” Bill asks.
“Small town”, the other officer responds with a slight hunch of the shoulders.
*Choice
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