...and then after I'd skinned them I buried them under that tree. God it feels so good to finally get this off my chest. Are you gonna take me down the station now? Hey, guy? Are you even writing this down?
Later, at the police station: "Well, according to the sketch, you should be on the lookout for a man with a square face, short hair, a large nose, an enormous mouth, no ears and a tattoo saying 'by offisur hary' on his chest."
Gray sweater would answer the officer's murder questions all right. But what he did with his hands, as he rocked his body taut against the tire and stared at the blue legs spread wide--that was no ones business but his own.