Slaughter County; the name conjures up all sorts of disturbing images.
As the inferno began to spread a single act remained .... ``Click`` and the phone met its fate in the fledgling fire.
A groggy, barely audible ``Hello`` reverberated through the phone.
A phone call was made just as the match ignited its means to an end.
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.
Off in the distance emanated the lights of the city, oblivious to the darkness of this deed.
The midnight sky was pitch-black, save for a sliver of a crescent moon overhead.
Not until that fateful autumn evening ...
In reality, nothing noteworthy ever happens in this quiet hamlet - not if you\'re a homicide detective anyway.
Slaughter County; the name conjures up all sorts of disturbing images
