Randall said as we walked the path to the cemetery. “Freaks,” I said. “So what’s our move?” I thought about that as we stepped from woods onto manicured grass. His car and my truck were maybe fifty yards away. “From the get-go, Donald acted like he had dirt on Peter Biletnikov,” I said. “And?” “N...
Dad, Paul Saginaw, was smart as a whip and had made a little money during the Depression when he patented a clever locking mechanism for livestock gates. But he made only a little money; the patent boosted his ego in a dangerous way, and Paul would spend the rest of his life handing out pricey bu...
Soon I banged a right into the New England that leaf-peepers dream about—elms, oaks, some pines mixed in. As the road passed a big pond on my left and grew twistier, houses petered out. I came around a corner and there it was, spoiling a pretty field: a big red-brick insane asylum. Mesh-reinforce...