I watched you kids grow up. xxvideo She told me more or less what was in the newspaper. Fitzgerald’s death. Mr. As I fumbled with the keys, I cursed myself, wondering why a man as sick as I was would think about pizza. I turned the paper over, remembering Frank’s translation of the Latin inscription on the back: “Respect this, or suffer. Marge is dead.”
“What?”
“She’s dead, Carl. I’ll be sure to come and cry with you over your lovely wife-turned-criminal, who intentionally splattered herself against a concrete wall.”
Who was I kidding? Collins’ trash. Sirens woke me. Who wants it for fifty bucks? Wasn’t Singleton right-handed?”
“I think so. One of my neighbors is a fireman, and his wife told me he smelled gasoline when he first got there, like there must have been
