I could not stomach looking at it, and yet still, I could not look away from it. I could only stare and cringe with horror.
“Jonathan Weekes, Dead at 39.”
“It was a joke,” I said to myself the first second I read it. I had many enemies, I remembered, and this is just the kind of thing Joey or Mr. Knight would do. Mr. Knight loved a good laugh, and he was the kind of man intimidating enough to g...
