“It was a dark and stormy night.  Suddenly, a shot rang out.” 

Who says I can’t write a good mystery? Call me the Tom Brokaw, the Shepard Smith of our household, but I take my reporting duties very seriously.  As soon as

“I am going to pound Kieran when he gets home,” he thundered.  “I found this (and he thrust the sheet of paper at me) on my computer.” “What’s going on?”