So...I wonder: what will this week's detective stories be?

Or

I'm good with it either way.
The compound is under construction. Gathering enough plywood, galvanized tin and used trailers takes time, not to mention stockpiling all the shotgun ammo, canned goods and bourbon.
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In the upper picture, I imagine the lady in the red is letting her partner know about windage and other important sniper items, all the while he looks through the scope incorrectly.
That dude is all "WTF? All I see is a big red hat!"
This reminds me of Cormac Brown for some reason
Spicy please.
What do the hard boiled ones smell like?
Instead of spicy, you usually get the necrophiliac clowns. No, wait, that's Wisconsin, right?
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