Chapter 41
41 JJ parked her car directly behind Iris’s. Even this close to the cabin, the driveway had enough incline that JJ was careful to set the emergency brake and leave the car in gear. “You ever met Harlan Miller?” Iris asked. She had a paper bag in her hand as she walked casually toward the front steps, definitely not a stranger. “Maybe, when I was a kid,” JJ said, sweeping her head around to take in the mixed forest that stopped just shy of the cabin. There were some clear patches in back, probably where they put in the well and septic. “Heard the stories from my mom. She said he was a crazy, old drunk. Dad seemed to think there was more to it than that, but he wouldn’t give particulars.” A tall, striking man who looked a bit like an aging, punk rock lumberjack stepped out onto the front
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