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"Wait," I said "She never felt bad or sick from this? She just dropped dead?"

"That’s probably what happened"

"That’s not fair!" I blurted, then realized how dumb that sounded But it wasn’t The rich bitch had thrown her life ahile Sarah Jackson had been working her ass off trying to make as nice a life as possible hat she had Then she died with no warning

Dr Leblanc’s eyes were shadowed as he aze He’d seen it too ave me a sad smile "Welcome to death"

I stood in the cooler until the cold seeped into row stiff Death wasn’t fair Death didn’t give warning Death hit nice people and nasty people It didn’t give a shit

My one-one, and nothing had happened No one gave ood behavior It didn’t ed I was still the saan to nudge at-in-the-cold bullshit

After hthe brains into ed the overdose victi, I hesitated Her death had been unfair enough already Noas going to desecrate her by htening my jaw, I quickly put her brain into the jar Yeah, death wasn’t fair And I’ive it any more head starts

Chapter 21

"What the hell happened to this guy?"

Detective Mike Abadie turned at my question then offered a thin son its side a few feet away from the body Not just any laer, either, but one of the big tractor things usually used in yards that were measured in acres instead of feet

And that certainly fit the bill here We were in the front yard of what could almost be described as a mansion: a three-story white house with a broad curved driveway, on a piece of land that was at least five acres--the rass The house itself was about a thousand feet from the road and, in bizarre contrast, was also less than half a uy had been killed Sohborhoods were shborhoods

"Looks like he was trying to do some sort of repair on it," the detective continued "He must have had it propped up on that piece of four by four, and when it fell it smacked onto his head and pretty much crushed it"

"Crushed the hell out of it," I observed Why the hell had he been underneath the daerous stuff was? The guy’s head was damn near flattened, with two deep impressions that would probably match up perfectly to the underside of the tractor He’d probably been dead before the tractor had fully settled on hi?" I asked

The detective shook his head "Nope That’s Rob Harris himself"

I let out a whistle of surprise Rob Harris owned a local RV dealership and was also so of a local celebrity due to a series of commercials that had run for several years and featured his nurandchildren He’d passed the business on to his son recently and was supposedly enjoying his retirement

Not so much anymore, obviously

Stupidly annoyed at the waste, I crouched by the head and by the chunks of brain that had been squished out Maybe, if I’d been desperate, I’d have tried to recover the bits that were on the ground, but they were so o there I wanted badly to pull some of the skull pieces off and see how much was left inside, but I knew I couldn’t do that with so h" and "hardcore," and then there was "sick bitch"

"Want a bite?"

I jerked rinning "Hunh?" I ry Of which I was both

He nodded his head toward the scattered chunks of brain "That’d be a buffet for a zoht?"