Deceit
Chapter One
I am writing this as fast as I can. I am galloping through hostile
territory like the Pony Express, because I absolutely must deliver the mail.
I've already taken my fair share of arrows. And though I'm clearly
wounded, I'm not dead.
Not yet. I'm trying mightily to remember everything germane.
I'm a bit shaky on the timeline, on the cause and effects. On
specificity.
I am freely and honestly admitting to this. Just so when all the little
editors begin flourishing their red pencils, and they will, I'll have
hopefully, if only momentarily, dulled the momentum of their onrushing
venom.
I don't blame them. I truly don't.
I am, after all, the boy who cried wolf. Who shouted, screamed,
and plastered it across two-inch headlines.
Mea culpa. All I can tell you is that what I'm writing in this claustrophobic
motel room is the absolute, unvarnished, 100 percent truth.
So help me God. Scout's honor. Cross my heart and hope to die.
Change hope to expect. This isn't just my last story.
It's my last will and testament. Pay attention.
You are my executor.
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