Kevin Stubbs walks into the dispatch area of the Charity PD, and scans the list of complaints. Nothing new since the end of yesterday’s shift. Doesn’t surprise him, really. In this small northern Minnesota community, their department averages two or three incident reports daily, and the worst is usually either a fight at the bar or a domestic assault. They don’t have big-time felons, like serial killers, that the larger cities do.
“The Bemidji FBI just called for you,” the dispatcher, Cindy Wiggum, says, a cup of coffee poised right in front of her face.
“They did?” he asks, ready to bolt over to his desk. He’s always dreamed of being an FBI Special Agent, ever since he watched the movie Silence of the Lambs. He attended Bemidji State University, declaring a major in Criminal Justice.