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Chapters (95)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright
  3. Dedication
  4. Epigraph
  5. One
  6. Two
  7. Three
  8. Four
  9. Five
  10. Six
  11. Seven
  12. Eight
  13. Nine
  14. Ten
  15. Eleven
  16. Twelve
  17. Thirteen
  18. Fourteen
  19. Fifteen
  20. Sixteen
  21. Seventeen
  22. Eighteen
  23. Nineteen
  24. Twenty
  25. Twenty-One
  26. Twenty-Two
  27. Twenty-Three
  28. Twenty-Four
  29. Twenty-Five
  30. Twenty-Six
  31. Twenty-Seven
  32. Twenty-Eight
  33. Twenty-Nine
  34. Thirty
  35. Thirty-One
  36. Thirty-Two
  37. Thirty-Three
  38. Thirty-Four
  39. Thirty-Five
  40. Thirty-Six
  41. Thirty-Seven
  42. Thirty-Eight
  43. Thirty-Nine
  44. Forty
  45. Forty-One
  46. Forty-Two
  47. Forty-Three
  48. Forty-Four
  49. Forty-Five
  50. Forty-Six
  51. Forty-Seven
  52. Forty-Eight
  53. Forty-Nine
  54. Fifty
  55. Fifty-One
  56. Fifty-Two
  57. Fifty-Three
  58. Fifty-Four
  59. Fifty-Five
  60. Fifty-Six
  61. Fifty-Seven
  62. Fifty-Eight
  63. Fifty-Nine
  64. Sixty
  65. Sixty-One
  66. Sixty-Two
  67. Sixty-Three
  68. Sixty-Four
  69. Sixty-Five
  70. Sixty-Six
  71. Sixty-Seven
  72. Sixty-Eight
  73. Sixty-Nine
  74. Seventy
  75. Seventy-One
  76. Seventy-Two
  77. Seventy-Three
  78. Seventy-Four
  79. Seventy-Five
  80. Seventy-Six
  81. Seventy-Seven
  82. Seventy-Eight
  83. Seventy-Nine
  84. Eighty
  85. Eighty-One
  86. Eighty-Two
  87. Eighty-Three
  88. Eighty-Four
  89. Eighty-Five
  90. Eighty-Six
  91. Eighty-Seven
  92. Acknowledgements
  93. About the Author
  94. Also by David Swinson
  95. Thank you for buying this ebook, published by Hachette Digital.

I’m confident it goes deeper than Snake Eyes.

Joe helps carry my stuff to my car. I shake his hand again and give him a bro shoulder hug. It hurts a little.

I get all my property home.

First thing I do is set up the stereo, then flip through my albums, decide on Johnny Cash because he was one of my mother’s favorites. I wipe it clean with a rag I got, put it on the turntable, sit on the sofa, and light a cigarette.

I think about my mother and how she’d always listen to music in the privacy of her room. It was only meant for her. Not something she shared. I heard the songs through the closed door and always knew how she was feeling by the record she was playing.

My mind wanders, and my mother follows, until “It Ain’t Me Babe” plays, and that takes me to Leslie. Maybe after all this she’ll talk to me again. Big maybe. I gotta clean up first.

I take the record off, find Violent Femmes, which has “Blister in the Sun” on it. I used to play it for Jeffrey all the time. Used to make him hop. Looked like a comical version of the pogo dance.

When it’s over I lift the needle from the record. I need to get out of the house now, so I decide to take a drive to Alexandria to pick up my gun at the police department there.

I take the GW Parkway, the Potomac at my left. It looks inviting, like I should be out there on a johnboat.

Fishing.

Haven’t been to the river for a long while. The good part of the river. There is a bad part, but that’s behind me now. At least I hope it is. Don’t want to even think about it.

Maybe Ohio? There’re a couple of nice lakes near Aunt Linda’s house. Good bass fishing, maybe walleye. A good reason to visit.

Yes, it is a good day. I got my stuff back and wrapped up that piece of shit Jasper. That alone should be enough, but it’s not.

I get to Old Town and slow down as I pass the motel where Biddy stayed.

A couple of good men despite their faults. Both had real heart. Who am I to judge?

Acknowledgements

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