JUST DON'T CALL ME 'LATE FOR DINNER'

Snow signals spring around here.  Snow covers mistakes.  Spring opens up those mistakes like a pop-up book.  A pop-up book of bloody entrails.

Xero, Alaska.  Bullet break.  That means there’s no leads, no suspects, no nothing.  Less than negative.  What we used to call back in the force, “unbent.”

I hate the cold.

-SLL