“Who’s that?” Bernanos returned to the police station after a long, busy day and saw a 40-year old black man sitting in his seat, thumbing through the documents on his desk like nobody else was there.
“He’s from the FBI.” His old partner looked up from tidying his desk and patted his shoulder, whispering, “The higher-ups suspect Juan’s death had ties with some gang, so they dispatched him to investigate.”
“The case is already closed, what’s there to investigate?” Bernanos grumbled but still squeezed out a warm smile as he walked over to the FBI agent. “Welcome to Goosetown. I’m officer Bernanos. What should I call you?”
The FBI agent took out his badge and said, “Hagen, FBI. I’ve come to investigate the bizarre death of Jean Schmitt.”
“Bizzare death? Oh, no, I don’t know w
