Lt. Kevin Krauss stood on the other side of the police tape, his black Annapolis Police Department uniform blending into the shadows. “Hi, Rick,” he said, recognizing me before I could pick out his face in the dark. “Hi, LT. Sorry to see you here.” “You, too.” In a small city like Annapolis, homicides can be intimate affairs. The cops know most of the reporters, and journalists like me know a lot of the cops.
