Looking into another person’s eyes usually revealed… well, something. There was always emotion behind the eyes, some hint of what the person felt or thought, a motivation, a truth, or a lie. Yet, looking into the eyes of a corpse only revealed that life was too damn short, and you needed to grab everything out of it if you could while you still drew breath. For one Mister—Lainie Everest glanced down at her notes—Roger O’Brien that chance was over, and whatever he had failed to grab out of life was now lost forever. And now I’m stuck trying to figure out why. Well, I did say I wanted some excitement.
“What can you tell me?” The portly Sheriff Chet Einstein stood beside her, his sheriff’s hat clasped in both hands in front of him, the afternoon breeze making a mess of his gray hair as he s
