Well, maybe there’s a God above But all I’ve ever learned from love Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you. It’s not a cry you hear at night It’s not somebody who’s seen the light It’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah —“Hallelujah,” Leonard Cohen Copyright 1985 Sony/ATV Songs, LLC Some name...
Sharon demanded again, when he walked outside. Jim’s hands shook, and he’d turned pale.“I think so,” he said. “I saw her foot.”Jennifer had freckles all over her body, even her feet, and Sharon knew instantly that must have been what Jim was talking about. That meant Jennifer’s body was inside th...
The whole family traveled to St. Thomas for Christmas. One summer, the girls studied biology in Hawaii for two weeks. At home, Celeste played on the country club bunco league—evenings she called “drunko bunco”—took golf lessons, and had her hair styled twice a week and nails manicured. And she do...
Bill Johnston said on the afternoon of Friday, June 9, 2006, two months after Kari’s death. Six feet four inches, lean, with a thick mop of curly dark brown hair, Johnston had a brusque incisiveness. They were seated around a conference table in a mid-rise office decorated with Western art. The a...
She had nightmares constantly. Always, there was the silhouette of an unidentified woman and the distant James with the cold eyes. James, too, often awoke shivering in the night, his body coated with sweat. Much later, he would admit that he had his own bad dreams, nightmares in which he’d been c...