Another one

I've been staying here, in this small troubled town, hanging in this cold cold county, for over two months now. I grew up here and ever since I can remember there has been a crime (murder) of passion every six months or so.  I'm sure boyfriends run over their girlfriends in the big city just as often, probably more, but when it happens here we all have plenty of time to think about it and plenty of opinions and testimony and readjusted proximity the people involved. We are neighbors after all. These are small town values and the murders are the houses sitting on three-acre-plus plots; isolated incidents next to another isolated incident, fortresses of space and solitude in the midst of everybody's business.