this morning #1531.
this morning, back home after a somewhat productive reporting trip, my editor & i sat in his office trying to put the pieces together. he was poring over the photos i’d taken of the papers that the neighbor stole from the shed. i really hope that drunk listened to me & put them back where he found them. the husband’s dealing guns. i feel like we shouldn’t piss him off more than we already have. i was floating off in this thought when my editor brought me back with “i really think we need to go to the cops.” he continued, “we don’t have to tell them where we got this info but i have a hunch that the fire’s related. it seems dangerous not to let them know.” i had to throw up my hands. didn’t put up a fight. i knew that he was right.