THE GREEN GRASS ACROSS THE WAY

Every case breaks. Especially when there are so many moving parts, so many edges, crevasses to climb in, dark, moist corners ripe for dissection.

The blackmail was a stroke of genius, truly it was. Everyone rushed off in the wrong direction, and here I am, left to pick up the pieces.

We’re reaching the endgame. I can’t imagine she won’t be found soon. And when she is, Katie, bar the door.

Isn’t that a stupid phrase? It’s a Southern thing. It means a tempest is brewing. A storm of epic proportion is about to blow in your door. A woman will lose her temper, a man will become a raging beast.

These are the inevitabilities of life. We are afraid to die, and so we are afraid to live.

Do you think Ethan is to blame? That he put his hands around the pale stalk of her gorgeous neck and squeezed until no breath would ever be drawn again?

Do you think the cop will be smart enough to figure any of this out? Truly, how much more does she need to put it all together?

I think it’s nearly time for the show to start, don’t you?

I’m not saying I’m playing the man. I’m not saying I killed the girl. I’m just saying I think everything is going to change, very, very soon.