JAKE
Two days after Sal found the math teacher’s body, Jake drove to the Prentiss place with a bag of clothes from the Lovelock Family Dollar store. As he drove past the cliff that overlooked the little copse of trees he sped up, and his truck lifted a plume of dust that hung in the air.
Jake had lived in Marzen all his life. He’d never been on a plane, never seen the ocean, and never eaten Chinese food, but he didn’t care if he ever did those things. He loved his life in this small, hill-bound town where everyone knew his name. He loved working three twelve-hour shifts a week driving a haul truck at the mine and volunteering for the fire department. At thirty-five he still lived with his mother, Rosita, and he loved that, too. The only thing he didn’t love was that he wasn’t married yet
