Now I've made up my mind that it's time to leave, I just have to write down this one last thing.
Some of what I told you was a lie.
I've lived for years with the secret, buried it out the back, under the back porch of my mind where nobody, no lawman, no man of God, not even a hungry whelp could come sniffing around to dig it up.
Seems wherever there was a killing, there I was, doesn't it? Hmm, maybe so, maybe so. No point in putting that down in writing. Not now. It won't change nothing.
Neville Hunt 2 months ago
Ooh! A twist mebbe?