Bones of the Moon

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The Axe Boy lived downstairs. We were friendly because he was forever walking an ugly little dog I patted when I bumped into them in the hall.
As you’ve seen from the pictures, he was nothing special to look at. The only odd thing I noticed was his eyeglasses: they were almost always dirty—that foggy, smudged look which makes you want to take out your own hanky and give them a good cleaning.
“A good boy.” Why do newspapers always use terms like that? “Everyone who knew him thought of the murderer as a good boy who loved his parents, was a member of the Eagle Scouts and spent his spare time collecting Asian stamps.”
Even my wonderful husband Danny said that after most of the grisly details came out. “He seemed like a good kid, didn’t he, Cullen? ‘Axe Boy’? Jesus, what a thing to call someone!”
“Danny, our young friend ‘Axe Boy’ Alvin Willia ... read full excerpt from Bones of the Moon ebook