Thank you for the beer. I don’t really drink but I guess I’ll make an exception tonight. So, you want to know about the incident? There really is not much to tell. Yes, I was there. I was among the search party that went looking for the girl. I saw what happened to that poor family in Santa Cruz. Ghastly scene that was. You read what the police and those government guys said on the papers. But I tell you, it wasn’t some wild cougar that killed that family. I mean, they were gutted, like they were all hollowed out inside. The coroner was a buddy of mine. He’s seen gross stuff and all that but not like that. No, not like that.

Yes, I could use another bottle. Thanks, really. Talking about this stuff really gives me a chill in my bones. what? Ah, yes, the girl. Well, as far as I can tell, she was a nanny for the children. I think she came from the Philippines or some backwater country out there in Asia, or something. Anyway, they said she’s been with the Kerbowitz for about six months. Little girl, she was. About nineteen, as far as I can tell. These Philipinos all look the same to me. Short, about five feet two or thereabouts. Brown skinned, long black hair, dark eyes, flat nose, barely spoke passable English, for all I know. Kept to herself, that kid. Is she an illegal? Definitely, as far as I can tell. Josh, the dead father, told me hisself that he got her from a friend. Didn’t need all that social security stuff and what else. Got her dirt cheap, he said. Didn’t complain about her at all, save...