this morning #1546.
this morning, it looked like that gun-running shmuck had pressed his luck a little too much & now it’d come back to take a big chunk out of his ass. shot dead. oh the irony of it all. i suppose that’s why he had a disturbing permanent smirk across his face. when i arrived & was 100% certain that the dead body was him, my first thought was “if i’d acted sooner, this fool might still be alive.” i’d taken too long to act & an arson investigation had grown into a gun trafficking investigation before exploding into a murder investigation. at least i finally have a solid excuse for a warrant. i dialed his attorney. voicemail. i closed my phone but then it rang. that reporter from yesterday was at the gate. i hoped that she might help explain this.