Fodder, food for thought. Where does it come from? Is it more than imagined fodder? More than just side dishes to make the main course that much better. Perhaps the basis of what you have written and permeates the story. Truth is at times more strange than fiction. I knew a "good ol boy" whose parents were killed in a DUI crash. A high school drop-out who loved his brothers and sister so much he turned to a life of crime to keep them out of foster homes and orphanages. They couldn't go to live with relatives. Every one related were just as dirt-poor. Damn if he didn't get caught and become a sheriff's deputy. Had to include this one......happy ending. Didn't write about this one, no happy ending. A freak-a-zoid killed 2 young girls then killed himself a short time later. A request was made for the body to be exhumed for DNA comparison. But the Judge is the dead freak's uncle. Was told he refused the request to protect his sister-in-law's last bit of sane grey matter and the family name. Not necessarily in that order. Thought I knew the Judge as a boy growing up. Reckon not. Or maybe people change, just don't know. Nor will the parents of the dead girls and no closure if there is such a thing for them. Seems everyone knows he did it and that's just the way it is sometimes in a small town. But damn if I don't wind up working with a much younger chemist who was high school friends with the two murdered girls. All from another town close by. And as I'm reflecting back on the times I knew the Judge as a classmate, she gets pissed. Not upset with me, but the I-hate-your-frigging-guts pissed. Thinks I'm defending the Judge. Such is life. Glad to be away. No headaches with fiction and half-truths.