Smoke and Mirrors

Slaughter County; the name conjures up all sorts of disturbing images. In reality nothing noteworthy ever happens in this quiet hamlet - not if youre a homicide detective anyway.Not until that fateful autumn evening ...The midnight sky was pitch-black save for a sliver of a crescent moon overhead. Off in the distance emanated the lights of the city oblivious to the darkness of this deed.A face suddenly appeared upon the reflection of the glass as the flame was lit - it was the face of vengeance - the face of evil.A phone call was made just as the match ignited its means to an end. A groggy barely audible Hello reverberated through the phone.Click and the phone met its fate in the fledgling fire.As the inferno began to spread a single act remained ...