It was a beautiful fall day in River City, the kind of day when the sky darkens to a pewter grey showing off the yellows and oranges of the trees along the neighborhood streets, when the temperature's dropped just enough to feel comfortable in a sweatshirt, when it's not surprising to see a murder of crows land in the graveyard behind the house. The kind of day when it doesn't feel odd at all to sit here with my best friend with a couple of cups of coffee and discuss all the reasons why we think someone killed our neighbor.