“Shut up, Wishbone,” sneered Bobby Ross.
I nodded. “That's right, Wish. This was your way of getting back at what you hated—the developers and big business interests. Blow the minds of the townsfolk and screw the development by gumming up the machinery. Then along the way what happens? Lizzie Boston is dead. Her husband's mind is locked away somewhere in Beech Mental Hospital. Thousands of fish have gone weird. And then there was Norma and Darlene. You supplied them, didn't you? They started coming to your parties, and hanging out. Isn't that how it all started? They were good looking, young, and eager to experience new things.”
“It wasn't supposed to happen like that, I swear it, Joe.”
“Norma couldn't handle it,” Damo said. “Didn't take the right approach. She was a lamebrain, you know
