Slaughter County; the name conjures up all sorts of disturbing images. In reality, nothing noteworthy ever happens in this quiet hamlet, not if you're 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...
