Dr. Kendall Crowns

The next morning, I got up and went to work, like I always did.

Arrived around 6 a.m., and I cut through the death investigator's office on my way to my office.

One of the death investigators saw me, and she said, Hey, we think we got your neighbor in here late Sunday night.

And I said to her, Are you kidding me?

And she pulled up the file and the pictures on her computer and showed them to me.

And sure enough, it was my neighbor.

wearing the same white t-shirt, same suspenders, and blue denim pants that he was wearing when I met him for that first time all those years ago.

The only difference was he was laying there dead on an autopsy table.

I asked her what had happened to him, and she told me the case was pending.

He had evidently gotten in his wife's car, driven to the end of the street, pulled up in the driveway of another person's house, which was for sale, got out of his car, walked along the driveway into the yard, and that's where he was found, dead, with two separate gunshot wounds of entrance to his head.

The gun was at the scene, which made it seem like it was a suicide, but there were other circumstances that called the manner of death into question.

And these were when the sheriffs arrived at the scene.

His wife was hysterical and screaming, and she had the HOA president and her husband sitting in her house with her.

She was carrying on and on, moaning and incredibly enraged, crying and yelling, and she kept telling the sheriff's officers that responded, she didn't want that son of a bitch doctor touching her husband.

And she kept saying this over and over.

The sheriff's officers were like, what doctor are you talking about?

And she pointed out her window towards my house.

And one of the sheriff's officers looked over and noticed, sitting in my driveway, my car.

At that time, I had a very distinctive blue Mustang that I drove all the time, and all the officers knew about it.

I didn't take it to the airport when I left for obvious reasons.