“Body’s buried, but the truth lingers, hey, Mr. Bland?” he whispered. I turned on him, close to flying apart. “Easy, now,” he whispered. “See you tonight, hey? You ain’t forgot, have you?” “Get the hell away from me before I kill you.” He chuckled quietly. “Figure you done enough killin’ for a time.” He spat. “Only thing you’ll be killin’ now is yourself, on her!”|