[A day or so after that mess of an egg hunt, there's a newcomer in town. Whoever they are, they make an
entrance: a sleek, black, unmarked Crown Vic is spotted cruising down Main--with the kind of tinted windows, extra mirrors, and svelte bullbar that likely raise the hackles of anyone who's had a serious brush with the law before.
For those with any lingering doubts about intent, the vehicle remains parked outside of the busy Sheriff's office that morning, where a blonde in a very serious suit is seen emerging from the driver's seat. At night, the same car is spotted near the local bed and breakfast, where it then comes and goes for the foreseeable future. By the dinner hour, though, the gossip has already spread by way of chatter from law enforcement and eavesdroppers on the radios: the Feds are in town, and
no one seems particularly happy about it.]