I’ll probably be proven wrong, and we’ll find out the police chief was having an affair with an overly-promoted underling, and they murdered somebody to cover up the fact that they’d been stealing pain killers by the barrel from the evidence room. Then, I swung a deal with the DA and an evil dictator south of the border to pretend the police were justified in not releasing information on an ongoing investigation just so I could get those diamond earrings I’ve been coveting. But in the meantime, I am very unimpressed by local media outlets treating their lawsuit like it is news just about every day of the week. Maybe if they discovered that sixteen, instead of seventeen, hits of crack went missing; then we would all know the water system rightly belongs to the Biltmore Estate.