Jack didn’t know how the boy got into the lake, but it wasn’t too hard to imagine why.

Usually, it’s the other way around, he thought distantly, watching the flash of blue-red in the distance draw nearer, painting the trees and the cawing sirens effectively repelling most of the birds in the trees.

Usually, it’s not hard to imagine **how **a body got into a lake, it’s harder to imagine **why. ...

When Georgie O’Conner looks in the mirror he sees an ugly, ugly man.

He knows he is not ugly. Not by the lady’s standards, and certainly not be his father’s, unfortunate as that may be for him. But it doesn’t change the fact that when the blonde from Valentine ran a soft, buttery hand over the sloping bridge o fhis nose, all he cook imagine was the slight sting of her hand brushing over the rais...