Portraits in the Snow

Like a rotten onion peeled away from itself, with seemingly no end to the many layers and stench; was the tragic truth, that four little ones and their torturous murders which set off a fire storm of fear, that for a time crippled a community and forever devastated their families; were, in the landscape of the underbelly of humanity where kings, thieves and killers dwelt; simply small pebbles thrown into its cold murky waters...causing a difficult inconvenient ripple...lost in the larger picture of hidden scandal and conspiracy, where the many monsters and a killer would never have to pay the fiddler for their dance with the devil; or feel the hard hand of justice...