this morning #1538.
this morning, in an instant, shit got complicated. i’d received a call from the editor at a local paper. somehow, from how it sounds, he’s made the same discovery as i. in a matter of minutes, he’ll arrive & i’ll find out how much he actually knows about the target of my investigation. depending on what he says, maybe i can use what he’s learned to strengthen my case. if he’s calling me, he must have something substantial. the media doesn’t usually share much with us unless it’s serious. as i awaited his arrival, i scanned the evidence. my suspect’s been laying low in suburbia, acting as a go-between, shuttling guns into mexico. whoever torched his home brought the truth into the light. this might be the bust of my life.