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of place. The place was out of place. If it went to motive, put the entire police force on that list. Their only dread was possible civilian injury. Spirits were, therefore, even higher when it became apparent that there were no innocents in the wreckage - plenty of bodies, but no innocents. "Hi, ma'am. You really should stay behind the tape. There are many electrical lines we haven't confirmed yet." The officer was smiling as if it were Saint Patrick's Day parade duty and his name was Seamus O'Something. "Some of them may still be live," he explained, referring to the wires, not the bodies. "Cute puppy. What's his name?" he smiled as corpses were undraped, bagged, and carted off to waiting 'black mariahs' bearing the medical examiner's insignia. Some meandering hoses were slowing the body evacuation. "Nero? How'd you come by that name? Your're a cutie you are. Yes a cu-tie puppy. Gimmee a kiss. Mm mm mm. HEY CHESTER.. CAN YOU BRING THOSE HOSES FORWARD? YEAH, LET THE.. YEAH.. GOOD. You're a good little puppy. Mmm mmmm mmm. Yes you are. SAM. HELP HIM WITH THOSE BAGS. Mmmmmmm, yes you are." A detective who seemed like a pack mule laden with tagged zip lock plastic bags stepped carefully over the mess, "Every one of them, packing, sir. They're all players, Captain." He told Captain William Dowdy what his senior had already deduced. Dowdy nodded his affirmation without disengaging his long time fireman buddy The Chief as he was called by most. He was Abe to Dowdy. "Nooooo, Abe. No, no. It wasn't Colombians. This is a citizen. Propane? Bath hose? Nah. Some really pissed off fine upstanding cub scout troop leader did this. Probably has three kids and a turtle. Mmmm, desperate.. Kluged... but smart.