CHAPTER 5 – AN INVESTIGATION WITH ACCENTS OF VAUDEVILLE
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KENNETH STARTED THE investigation in force. He marched into the house, disinterested in the footprints that marred the wooden floor of the hall.
I’ll clean my boots later. Or better yet, I’ll ask that darn Norma Jean to do it. She owes me, and big time.
Kenneth stomped into the kitchen, his boots covering the b****y prints.
Chris followed him, shaking his head. He cringed every time the sheriff stomped over one of the footprints.
Kenneth Willow was like an elephant in a china shop. Anyone who had watched a CSI episode, no matter which one, would have known not to destroy the evidence.
It seemed that the sheriff wasn’t a fan of the respective TV series. His actions spoke louder than any of his previous vicious declarati
