It would be a week before the smell of rot would alert the worker on my grandfather’s farm to what had happened – to what I had done. The body of Holden was found crumpled and bloodied in a silo of grain by Hugh on his monthly equipment check-up – he noticed the stench and…
Paul was sitting behind a lavish mahogany desk in a study that could only be described as intellectual. Large windows with rustic wooden furnishings, dark green painted walls slathered with framed degrees and a large oil painting of a man in his late 60s dressed entirely in tweed. The man was bald with a thick…