Dark Harvest

The only thing that matters to Ricks is that the end credits are rolling on the world as he knows it.

and that means an entire way of life just went to hell in a handbasket.

The pissed-off cop looks like he shaved with a cheese grater.

and the hardtop screams as the Chrysler goes ass over teakettle while the laws of physics grind their heels into the October Boy’s best-laid plans —

And then it’s like someone shook up the whole damn world and popped the cap. Boom!

That’s the way the cards hit the table if you live in a town where winning is just another name for losing.

It was weird… unsettling in a way he could never anticipate… like winning the Indianapolis 500 but running over his own dog to do it.

“Well, a guy like Ricks just has one gear. Maybe it doesn’t matter what you did.”

His voice is sandpaper and battery acid.

“You know, Charlie, there are two little words that can get your ass kicked out of this car. One of them is what, and the other is if.”