Officer Wesley Jackson's last stop for the day was a modest white bungalow on a dead-end street cracked dry by the Nevada desert sun. At the front door the policeman confronted a metal security gate and a black and red sign: Keep Out. But even without a warrant, Jackson was free to rifle through the house on the outer reaches of Reno at any time he chose. An elderly man, Joseph Naso – Joe to everyone but the justice system – knew as much as he unlocked the gate and let the officer in.
Jackson clocked the turmoil and filth. Dirty dishes piled high in the kitchen. Rotting meat lying among other food scattered across the counters. Papers everywhere. The policeman began with the bedrooms. He searched through dresser drawers packed with women's clothing, which seemed odd as there were no signs of anyone else living in the house.
-Readability/The Guardian
