this morning #1496.
this morning, while i was trying to explain my burn pattern theory to the detective, he kept looking off in the direction of the one part of the home that remained standing—a backyard shed. he finally interrupted. “have you checked out that shed yet?” i hadn’t. hadn’t seen a reason to. before i had a chance to elaborate, he hurried off down the path to investigate. i wondered whether he needed a warrant but followed him anyhow. after pulling on the lock a couple of times, he peered in through a dusty side window. “looks like a ton of junk in there. perfect spot to stash the goods. we need to get inside.” now i was certain that we needed a warrant. said so. he waved my concern aside. “nah. i’ve got a crowbar in the car.”