Rude's couch was lumpy and hard to sleep on.

Rude's couch was lumpy and hard to sleep on, Rude's booze was running low, and the lighting in Rude's living room sucked.All that, and Reno had more reading material than he could have ever hoped for. And a bean sprout in a plastic cup sitting in some wet paper towel. And a pair of cacti that he hadn't ( Read more... )

The sun was just starting to sink through the sky, lengthening the shadows across the ground.

Through those shadows, other shadows emerged, hauling the remnants of their unsuspecting prey toward its final resting place.

Smoochy was dead.

And now he was going home.

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