CHAPTER FOUR
Louisiana wasn't typically to Special Agent Scott Palmer's liking, but he had to admit that it had a wide variety of scenery. From Bourbon Street to the swampy backwoods, it had always felt like a state with a personality crisis. Currently, he was located in the middle of those two extremes, walking through a forest that was more like dense scrublands, headed out to the second murder site he’d visited in the past five days.
It was 6:40 in the morning, and it was already getting hot. He felt like an i***t in his bureau suit, especially the jacket. As he approached the slight clearing in the forest where several State policemen were currently at work, he already knew it would be the same set-up as the previous murder. It was more than just the similarity in locations; it came
