It's difficult to ascertain exactly why so many residents on Bon Echo Ct., in the Markham and McLevin area ignored the sound of gunshots in the early morning hours of Tuesday. Many likely didn't want to get involved, while others simply mistook the sound for fireworks, or some other equally innocuous neighbourhood ruckus.
But as the sun rose and the blindfold of night was lifted, their collective folly was revealed.
I think whoever wrote this imagined it being read aloud by Sam Elliot.
I also like this line, which just seems too good to be true:
"The body has been removed, on its way to the morgue," noted a grim Det. Sgt. Chris Buck.
Later, Det. Sgt. Buck – who was one day from retirement, and, furthermore, too old for this shit – sat alone in his basement trophy room, drinking straight bourbon and contemplating the black mystery that is the human soul as hard rain assaulted the windows and his family dreamed innocent dreams in their beds above him.