“KELSINTRY MILLER, FBI! OPEN THE DOOR!” FBI Agent Cory Sterno pounded the door of motel room twenty-eight for the fifth time, while two other agents and four DPD detectives flanked the door, guns drawn.
“Back up,” Agent Sterno ordered the troops. He took a step back and launched the full force of his leg into the door, smashing it completely off its hinges. At six-three and two-hundred-fifty pounds, the powerful former college wrestler sent the door clear across the motel room, landing atop a dead naked stripper.
“Holy s**t!” Detective Monroe was the first to spot Kelsintry Miller’s massive corpse sprawled across the bathroom floor, face-down in a pool of blood and brain bits. Miller’s pants had been pulled down to his ankles, and his p***s had been sliced off, probably post-mortem – a n
