A sad story about the aftermath of a terrible crime in what could otherwise be an idyllic small town. Martin brings summer in a small Midwestern town to life and handles his characters with sensitivity even though many, maybe most, of them are unlikeable.
“Ask anyone who was living in the middle of it all and they‘ll tell you: it didn‘t have anything to do with good and evil; it was all about love.”
“All right, now,” Junior said. “Here‘s what I want. I want to know what you‘ve done with my daughter.”
Raymond R. was trying to get his breath. “I swear, mister. It‘s like I‘ve done told you. I don‘t know.”
Junior held the Colt to the soft flesh under Raymond R.‘s chin. He drew back the hammer. “You better know,” he said.
Joke from page 78: A snail comes into a bar. The bartender takes one look at him and gives him a swift kick out the door. A year later, the snail comes back into the bar. “OK, wise guy,” he says to the bartender. “What was that all about?“