Chapter 35
Canada, Twenty-Eight Years Ago
A day later, the liver was gone. Noshi brought in the heart, and with his antler-handled mule skinner, he methodically carved it into small even pieces. That’s when Chepi broke down. “No, I can’t. I will not eat my child’s heart…”
Northern California, Present Time
When Jake announced his retirement, dozens of letters to the editor in The Wicklow Daily begged Jake to run another term. Jake was surprised when Happy said he planned to run. He wasn’t sure Happy was best for the job, but he loathed the only opponent, Brock Hanley, the ex-LAPD officer and part-time underwear model who thought himself superior to Jake and Happy, “the country bumpkins,” who ran the sheriff’s department.
“Brock is an outsider, and doesn’t know beans about Wild River Co
