We can't freelance. Maybe it was a sniper. Looked to me like he was trying to warn the cops before she died. Now, the sun will rise in America tomorrow regardless of whether or not we're at yet another farm investigating yet another enormous pile of doo-doo. We can be in and out in a day.
Nobody has to know.
No carbon stippling. There seems to be no evidence of an entry wound whatsoever. In fact, I seem to be looking straight through to the osseous labyrinth or what's left of it. Mulder, it's me. You know how to pick them, I'll tell you that.