Stepping out, he shook with the transition from hot to cold. The sky had continued to darken and the rain picked up in intensity. He laid in bed and called Rebecca. He could hear the industrial strength dishwasher in the background. Damon knew Rebecca’s schedule by heart, and she was in between classes. “Did you hear?” Damon asked without proffering a greeting. “The one about the two silkworms?” Damon cut her off. “Be serious for a minute. Did you hear about what happened this morning at the fairgrounds?” “No,” she said in earnest. “What happened?” “Lirim Jovanovic went and got himself murdered.” “Murdered,” she repeated. “That guy we saw in the Fish Barrel two nights ago?” “One and the same.” He recounted his morning adventures. Rebecca took in the story with relative ease. “I bet it was that guy Victor,” she said plainly when Damon finished his account. “Really?” Damon said. “He seemed like the only person who could stand to be around Lirim.”
