There are verities in this great land.
The simple joys of an Easter egg hunt.
The family centered traditions on a fine baked farm in the heart of the western plains.
The all but certain confidence that some places are safe from chaos and violence.
Never in a million years would you think
that you'd see your parents house taped off the farm taped off by that yellow tape.
It was a very brutal crime scene.
One of the worst I've ever seen.
Careful what myths you choose to rely on.
Like truth for example.
And the weakness that makes us think we alone have found it.
Literature.
Gas.
Lethal injection.
That's what kind of case this is.
As we stumble in the dark until we hear what we need to hear.
Put the gun to her face and blew it away.
An inside job, apparently.
A family affair, as murder often is.
You're just sitting there trying to take it all in.