Who is Miro?

It seems that it is no longer safe to be an investigative journalist in Burlingston. Earlier today my wife was accosted and thrown under a bookshelf when a psychoneurotic sensationalist calling himself Miro broke into my apartment to leave a note warning me to laconically “cut the shit.”

Callista, my dear wife, is in stable condition and resting quietly at home. She sustained only a few scratches and minor bruising, but after this terrifying encounter with Miro it is understandable that she is in a delicate condition mentally.

I interrogated her to the best of my ability as to Miro’s intentions and his identity. She had very little information to give me, with the exception of one clear statement he made to her. After he had tipped the bookshelf over onto her, he remarked, “Tell your nosy husband to keep his nose out of places it doesn’t belong.”

This can only be in response to my recent inquiries into the seedy underbelly of Vermont. The only questions are, who is Miro and what exactly is he referring to?

Is it my inquiry into Jennifer Venson or is it Vermont University that has a much deeper secret? The only way to find out is to keep digging.

Miro, you messed with the wrong P.A.L.