Mammoth Towers Mysteries — Karl J. Niemiec

Four pops to the head. One for each. Mother, father, sister, brother. A family thing. The screaming, the begging for life, go unnoted. No compassion, just a flat pull of the trigger, and each body drops face first into the desert sand-left to feed the wildlife. That's how it goes down. At least that's what the cops tell me. No alibi, my gun, my tenants, and all the motive in the world and beyond. What starts as a shitty day only gets ranker as the facts roll in. We are not civilized. The world is far from it. My apartment building, Mammoth Towers, is dying proof.