Knorath, Joe - Jack Daniels 03 - Rusty Nail - Plot & Excerpts
It’s a hair past midnight, and midnight is the perfect time to have a midnight snack. He creeps to the door—the house is old and the wooden floors creak like the shrieks of the damned. Bernice is a light sleeper. She made a wonderful rib roast for dinner, and there’s very little left. If he wakes her, he’ll have to share. Herb takes the stairs slowly, as if stepping on eggshells. He doesn’t put on any lights. He doesn’t need to. He’s lived in this house for decades, and can navigate entirely by feel. The kitchen floor is slippery under his bare feet. Bernice waxes the tile once a week, and Herb’s soles are dry and calloused. More than once he’s almost taken a dive during a late-night refrigerator raid. He manages to keep his balance this time, pulling the Tupperware bowl of meat and potatoes from the fridge, deciding whether the microwave is necessary, or if straight from the container will suffice. The kitchen is cold, so he goes with the microwave. He sets it for a minute—just enough to get the chill out of the food—and opens the utensil drawer, feeling for a fork.
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