The sirens wailed through the streets. Citizens peeped out there windows to observe the commotion. The town’s treasured egg was destroyed. Volunteers had the site coned off. It’s contents poured onto the paths, leaving a sweet scent. The mayor, while informing an interviewer eyed me suspiciously. Following the his suspicion the interviewer beckoned me to answer some questions.

“What’s your name?”

“Eve Brown.”

“Are you concerned about the egg’s state?”

“I don’t know.”

“Do you know who did this or anyone that’s associated with this crime?”

“No.”

That was a lie. I knew who did it, and why they did.