Gemotions

He remembered the detective's words: "Drug deal gone bad." The previous resident, a mid-level dealer, had been shot execution-style in the living room. Michael, a retired teacher, had always been a man of rules. He was also a man who had been pushed around his entire life.

He didn't have much money. He didn't have a lot of options. But he did know a few people. The dealer had been careless, arrogant. Michael would show them how quickly the world could shift. He made a plan. He began to sell off the things in the house, a little at a time. The police, of course, would wonder why.

He smiled. They would see, soon enough.