Nobody ever points out that if a story is about people, even the false ones end in death. You just kill them off, like bad dreams. This is actually the story of several murders, I guess. So for those of you on Metaphor Alert, you can account a dream or two with each body. Well, it's no less the truth for that.
Dead dreams are just as sad and a dream's carcass smells worse.
This won't be good news to the Boulder powers, of course, because nobody has ever admitted, publicly, that they're all related, or that they're even murders. This is because Boulder is, truthfully, a safe and good place to live, and nobody wants to be famous for living in a place with murders that were not acknowledged as such for thirty years or so and with the killer still out there, they think. As a rule, Boulder doesn't have much crime, much less murder, which is a good thing, because the Boulder Police can't solve any thing absent eleven eye witnesses with video-cams and confessions. It was probably out of a sort of professional shame that the murders were just referred to, officially and not, as the 'mine finds' for years. Early on, I recall, they were actually called the 'deerslayer' incidents because it had been hunting season and all when the bodies were found.