"That's legit," Howard says, getting back up and stumbling over to his little nest in the corner of the cave. He has a tendency to do that, to makes little nooks filled with soft things when given the chance, like a rodent. He's cut up parts of the sleeping bag and the bag and is using those as bedding.

He lays down on his side and watching the dead animals drip. "Why do you do it? The crime-solving thing?"