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When I pulled into Wildwood, there were two state police cars parked in the lot. They had left their engines running and one of the vehicles had the overhead lights flashing. I left my office satchel and laptop in the truck and hurried over to Aunt Lin. She telegraphed all kinds of attitude from her stance on the stoop of the mod. She was wearing what most would describe as a muumuu made from a wild, floral shower curtain. Her hair was wrapped in a towel and her hands were on her hips.
“Are they inside?” I asked her.
“Were, but now are scrounging around somewhere else. They gave me this paper,” she said, handing me the search warrant we had all been waiting for. “I’ve been trying to figure it out, but it’s written in legal mumbo jumbo.”
“Yeah, we’d need an attorney to decipher i
