So I let Carinne and Dr. James Everett Harmon go in first. I heard all the greetings from the door. Congratulations, good wishes, about time. Carinne halted in front of me, bewildered. I hadn’t spoken to her about the engagement, only that we were going to get her presence...
He found me, though. I flashed the lantern on him while he stood by his big-wheeled truck. He put an arm over his eyes to cut down the glare. His arm was full of tattoos. His head was shaved. On some, either was a fashion statement. On Roy, they were the signs of a skinhead, a convict, or a gang ...