The detective composed himself and made his way to the medical examiner, who handed him a large magnifying glass like Sherlock Holmes used to use in the old movies he’d watched as a kid. “So what am I looking for?” the detective asked.
“Look at the very base of his right nostril.”
The detective brought the magnifying glass up to his eye, adjusted the distance a tad, and then leaned in close, trying not to breathe through his nose and inhale the stink of the corpse. He wouldn’t have believed it if he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, but there, right underneath the feet of the passing line of ants, was a little green square with white writing on it, which read ‘Home Sweet Home.’
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