Hunter and Sid cross the marred tiles to their table and slide into their chairs. Felicia brings everyone’s drinks out. Her denim cutoffs brush up against Hunter as she tells Sid, “Orville’s heating up the fryer now, so your orders should be out in less than an hour.”

“Sounds good, hon. Thanks.”

“You’re welcome. Need anything, give me a shout.” As she says this, Felicia is still giving Hunter interested eyes. She walks back to the bar.

“Think you got an admirer there, boss man,” Itch tells Hunter.

“That ain’t happening. I got a girl. ’Sides, that there’s jailbait.”

“She’s around twenty-five,” Sid replies. “Serving drinks in a bar.”

“Not interested.”

Nugget takes a sip of his Maker’s and asks Sid, “Who’s the guy was mowing the lawn over at your place?”

“Dodd. Some call him the Lawnmower Man; others call him the local Sling Blade.”

“See?” Nugget says, chuckling now. “Told you guys. What’s it he says in the movie? ‘Some folks call it a Sling Blade; I call it a Kaiser Blade.’”

Itch gives a theatrical “Um-hmm.”

“He’s a little slow in the head.” Sid says. “Mows just about everyone’s lawn in Milltown. Does a damn good job. Keeps to himself. But everyone keeps an eye on him.”

Itch asks, “What’s up with the ball cap he wears? Says ‘free mustache rides.’”

“It ain’t what you think. Damn horrible thing happened years ago. His sister went missing. He lived with her. She took care of him after their parents passed away. Neither of them was in too good of health. He’s on the government’s tit, drawing disability. But any rate, she was a whore. Slept with damn near the whole county. Useta be in here hanging around every night. She had her dives. She’d hit the bowling alley and Lisa’s in Corydon. Then one day, she just up and disappeared. Eventually, she turned up down on Blue River, washed up on the bank next to a really good fishing hole. Coroner concludes she’d been strangled. Autopsy confirmed that, so I heard. Some said she was dumped in the river; others said she was dragged through the woods to the bank where she’s found. When Dodd went through all her stuff, he found that hat. It was hers. It’s all he has from when his sister was killed. Wasn’t like she accumulated much over the years—hocked or sold most of her shit for dope money. But she had disappeared for better than a week. Rumor was she was raped—was bruising around her wrists and her neck, some said from a struggle. Regardless, it was just a horrible situation.”

Hunter says, “That is pretty damn awful.”

“It is. Never found out who done it, neither.”

“That’s some real BTK shit,” Itch says.

Sid says, “BTK?” Fidgeting. He rubs his index fingers over his thumb.