Keith Morrison

And Kent Walker was living in Las Vegas.

He had done the hard part, cut off his mother and little brother, who was now 23, for good.

And now?

I missed the good stuff.

It was hard, you know, but I was doing okay.

Kent had no idea where Kenny and Sante were, or that they had moved on themselves.

In fact, they were in Los Angeles now, had rented a wing of a house in affluent Brentwood.

Looking for trouble, maybe?

I was working homicide at the Los Angeles Police Department.

Detective Bill Cox was also unaware the times it arrived in the City of Angels.

In fact, he had never heard of them.

Not yet, anyway.

When he caught a curious case about 15 miles down the freeway from Brentwood, something about a body in a dumpster in the back alley near LAX.

There was a homeless man walking down the alley looking through the garbage cans, big dumpsters, dug through the trash, and there was a big

green trash bag in there and saw that there was a body in there.

The body in the dumpster was a male, middle-aged, with a single bullet hole in the back of his head.

He was identified quickly by the coroner's office as being David Kasdan.

David Kasdan.

He seemed like a regular sort of guy, 63 years old, businessman.

He lived alone up in the valley, 30 miles from the dumpster where he ended up.