Joyce’s Reviews > No One Knew > Status Update

How quickly I went from no horses to possibly multiple. Or maybe a goat or donkey would be fun. She'd read somewhere they made good horse companions.

"Your recovery status?"

Half of Max's face was still bright red, and he looked as if he'd been beaten.
"I'm fine. Just a little toasted."

inside of his SUV had been completely silent during the drive to and from the restaurant. Unless you counted the ruckus of thoughts still spinning on inside his brain.

Drove me crazy how he'd berry-pick what to keep & what to get rid of based on his personal decisions. It was like he didn't understand that different people had different needs. Then I'd ask, "If no one has to pay taxes anymore, who's going to pay the firemen when your house catches on fire?"

He leaned over and popped open the glove box. It'd been cleaned out. "No one has an empty glove box."

He opened the driver's door and took a picture of the frame's sticker w/the VIN ... If Chisholm had also covered that VIN w/paint, he would have simply popped the hood & checked the engine block or firewall. VINs were all over the place on newer vehicles.

...my sixteen-year-old sister was Jacob's girlfriend.

We're twelve years apart.

It's been more than a decade.

(So Max is 38 or so?)

What if someone dies because I waited? It was the catch-22 of the job. By waiting to fire, he'd preserved the suspect's life. But had preserving the suspect condemned someone else?

He wasn't a military sniper who had trained at a thousand yards or more, but Max was confident at two hundred yards and under.

How could someone who was so alive in a picture no longer exist? Simply snuffed from existence.