Leo
I locked the front door and flipped the Closed sign with a hand that wasn't quite steady. Myra had gone back into the kitchen like a woman marching toward a firing squad, and Tony... well, Tony looked like he was ready to provide the ammunition.
I’d seen the card. I’d read the words before Myra dropped it.
Living in Mount Tabor, you heard things. The rumors of the video were like the old asbestos in the town hall walls—everyone knew it was there, even if no one talked about it over Sunday dinner. When I was sixteen, I’d spent a regrettable hour late at night trying to find it on the darker corners of the web. Morbid curiosity, I guess. But the links were all dead. Every forum post was scrubbed, every thumbnail deleted. I’d always figured Tony had something to do with that. He was a
