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433 pages, Kindle Edition
First published June 7, 1993
I went to the kitchen to check out the fridge, still trying to see how long our hero had been gone, another old cop move, smell the milk, check the pull date. When I opened the fridge, there was a dead guy staring back.
So much of life is will. I had spun the golden cap off the pint before I knew what I’d done, and repeated that old phrase to myself. I had heard it from Leotis Griswell, not long before he died. I looked into the open bottle as if it were a blind eye, and was reminded for whatever reason of looking down on something else, another seat of pleasure. The sharp perfume of the alcohol filled me with a pang, as acute and painful as a distant sighting of a lovely woman whose name I’ll never know.
I’d rather believe in will than fate. I drink or don’t drink. I’ll try to find Bert or I won’t. I’ll take the money and run or else return it. Better to find options than that bondage of cause and effect. It all goes back to Augustine. We choose the Good. Or the Evil. And pay the price.