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320 pages, Hardcover
First published March 14, 2017
"Are you the person that found the body? Tell me that you aren't."
"I did find the body. Also, I had sort of a reaction to it, and I may have, you know, thrown up a tiny amount in there."
"I've been in there," said Maddocks.
"Maybe it was more of a moderate amount."
"There are gallons of vomit on the floor."
"I was surprised!"
"Hi, everyone! Guess where I am now?"
Murdered, said Twitch chat. Is it murdered?
"It's not murdered," I told them.
"Buried alive," someone guessed. "Like in that old Twilight Zone episode."
"That was the Outer Limits," said another Twitch chatter, and then a flame war began, as it obviously would, given that we were on the Internet.

come to my blog!"She's just trouble. Dahlia Moss is a nexus of trouble."
A word about shirtless Nathan. I have a real thing for Nathan-I admit it-but this is not a Janet Evanovich-y romp here where Rick ManSlab takes off his shirt to reveal a sixpack, or an eight-pack, or a seven-pack (which is a six-pack and an abdominal hernia, possibly?), or whatever packs guys have these days. Shirtless Nathan looks like a turtle who has somehow gotten out of its shell. He has no body mass! No fat, which is admittedly appealing, but no anything else. He was a brazen little turtle, though, because he seemed cheered by the turn of events.
