Excerpt from Ordinary Handsome. Available at http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00P46ZPA0
But the stress of the night piled on me like scar tissue. It had to be resolved, whatever that meant. So I went back.
It wasn’t an easy decision, but it wasn’t particularly difficult, either. It was meaningless. The feeling of pity wouldn’t leave, and I couldn’t just leave you. That night was the closest thing I’d seen to a traffic jam on Little Route, so I wasn’t worried that the road would be cordoned off.
I tossed a shovel and pick-ax in the trunk. I wasn’t expecting anything other than a corpse.