this morning #1522.
this morning, as the sun slowly rose over the horizon, our frazzled cast of characters were all grasping at straws. scattered to the wind. after last night’s meeting, the family at the center of the drama could come out of hiding, secure in the fact that they’re safe & will soon be compensated for their loss. the detective investigating the arson that’d destroyed their home had hit a brick wall. so had the journalist looking into the mystery surrounding the family. neither of them knew that the next door neighbor now held the key—documents tying the husband to gun running. spread out on his kitchen table, waiting to be examined by the right set of eyes. in due time, they’d be seen. in due time, we’d all find out what they mean.