Hutch started his day the way he always did. He downed a glass of orange juice, brushed his teeth, stretched outside, and stabbed someone for money.
Stacy started on the Danton’s house as usual. She burnished the gold fixtures, ran a soft cloth over the kitchen’s long planes of marble, and checked on the soil behind the shed, adding lime when the smell was noticeable.
The constable searched an alleged man’s bedside table, investigating outside of his authority. In it he found a Nintendo DS, Lucky Strike cigarettes, a picture of his son, and a journal with individual sins jotted in small lettering, crowding the white pages from cover to cover.