Odd. Not the kind of thing you expect to see parked near the church up on the hardtop–an armoured State Police vehicle–with the narrow bullet-proof windows, bristling with all sorts of communications and weapons-ready ports on the top, wide as a tank, and ready.
For what exactly? Nobody was inside when I came home from town at 2 pm today.
I would have to remember to tell Wife and ask if anything might lead her to believe our quiet valley had been the scene of a crime.
We are a bit on high alert, after hearing from a neighbor not many days ago that there is suspicion of a meth lab back up the mountain.
I had not gotten in the door good before Wife begins to tell about a half dozen cars speeding almost bumper to bumper down our Â otherwise-sleep road, followed closely by an all-black car with some kind of insignia.
I smell drug bust. So far, nothing showing up on any of the news services.
I grieve that people resort to such poisons to make money. I hope they nail their sorry aspirins.
Very sad. Once I came home to find a police officer with his German Shepherd in my yard. Turns out they were looking for a gun tossed from a nearby incident.