A few weeks ago, we did a story about a rare gun auction held by the county to clean out their evidence locker of 30 years. What weirded me out was that these guns obviously have killed people or else they wouldn't have been in the coroner's office. I guess that is what guns do, but it still fascinated me that bidders could easily look past the suicides and homicides. All the officers I spoke with felt the same gross tingling, but attendees didn't see old dried blood in the barrels. They saw collector's items.
Below is my favorite photo of the jam-packed warehouse that showed off the weapons. Karson was the only pink in the room, and I think her expression echoes my same unsettled feeling.