I SLIP BACK INTO Dad’s hearse.
It’s dark, cold, and black inside and out. Like my mood. Imagine me, d**k Moonlight, Captain Head-Case, getting jilted by a girl young enough to be my daughter for a famous drunken writer old enough to be my dad?
Life ain’t fair.
Before I turn over the eight-cylinder, I extract my cell phone from the interior pocket on my leather coat. The little flag that indicates the arrival of a text message appears on the screen. I don’t recall hearing the chirpy chime or the gentle vibration that indicates the receipt of a text message. But that’s not unusual, considering I was inside a noisy bar. I press my index finger on the flag and am surprised to see the message is from Suzanne.
I open the message.
Sissy Walls is dead
Sissy Wa
