BLAKE
As I descended the stairs, a faint smell of a decomposing body wafted into my nose—the scent oddly feline. I scrunched my nose as the aroma got stronger. I was planning to continue following it to see what it was when I was distracted by the ring of the doorbell.
Jack and Tyler walked in as soon as I opened the door and similarly began sniffing. "What's that smell?" Jack asked, scrunching his own nose.
"What, are you using the packhouse as a torture chamber now?" Tyler asked. "Do I need to call CPS on you for traumatizing my nieces or nephews before they're even out of the womb?"
We followed the scent into the dining room, where a plastic bag was left in the middle of the table. I untied it immediately, only to be greeted by the head of a bloodied bobcat. "What the f**k?"
"Blake
