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Originally Posted by
cmungo 
Well then I may have scared the life out of the wrong killer. This afternoon I was setting in the sunroom watcing to see if the killer would return. They always do. About 3:30 a heron few in and landed right beside the pond where the blood was found. He crossed over the bridge like he owned the place.
I ran out to scare him away. I noticed as he cleared the row of trees he seemed to take a dive. I went out beyound those trees and sure enough he lay there dead, dead alright. I think he was so scared he flew into a tree and broke his neck. and that's my story and I am sticking to it.