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They think it's him

A retired police officer from a nearby town who wanted to do something to help his comrades in their work discovered a dead body under a blanket in Hickory Hill Park yesterday. Everyone believes they have found the poly sci professor accused of trading sexual favors for better grades.

The whole situation is so desperately sad. He had not only the 4-year-old classmate of my son, but a 4-month-old son as well. And a wife who believed him so much she went on record adamantly defending him, again and again.

So there's no mad gunman walking around with a high-powered rifle. There was just a sad, defeated guy who took a walk in the woods and ended it all to save himself from further shame.

The one thing that still puzzles and slightly infuriates me -- the body was found within a five-minute walk from the park's entrance and something like 20 feet away from where the prof had parked his car. The police searched with cadaver dogs for two days and found nothing. Even though the prof had covered himself with a bright yellow blanket before he pulled the trigger.

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