On Father's Day, two kids went missing, and their father was considered a "person of interest" almost from the beginning. About a week later, their remains were found, where the father had burned them. I don't know if it has yet been determined whether he burned them alive, or killed them first. Wild and/or feral animals had scattered the remains, so search dogs were used, from a group with which my wife is affiliated, to seek more remains. It was good to see one of the SAR dogs, Mia, who stayed with us for one day; her brother, Pobear, still lives with us.
I don't know if a place can be evil, in and of itself. The place seemed pleasant enough, for an industrial part of town. People had left various items as an impromptu shrine, near the road. At the burn site itself, over a railroad rack from the road, was a smaller shrine, one candle holder, a teddy bear, and some withered flowers. The earth and grass were a bit scorched, and a nearby tree had some low-hanging branches which had been scorched. While on-site, my only less-than-pleasant thoughts were trying to find a bit of shade, while not getting into any poison ivy. The humid heat was not pleasant, but hey, it is summer in coastal Texas. I don't know why I felt no particular emotion while there, and I wondered, after leaving, if I have become so callous that I can stand where two children were murdered and feel nothing unusual.
Well, I guess I am not so callous, because it does bother me now. I suppose feeling nothing unusual while on the scene was just professional detachment, honed over 24+ years of wearing a badge. Now, I am having a hard time settling down to go to sleep, even though I have only slept about three hours in two days. I am still human. Life is good; it just sucks sometimes.