“No, Jonah,” said Mr. Decessio. “You misunderstand. O'Shea is true lunatic. He had these—fits—that coincided with the full moon.”
Bobby sniffed. “A man who was crazy depending on a moon?”
“A man like that is always crazy, Bobby,” said Sterling. “He is just…extra crazy at the full moon.”
“And he never got caught.” Reena loosened her hair, a sure-sign of stress. “I saw a picture of him in Jonathan's study when I was in my teens. I never forgot him…long face, belligerent eyes, that rusty mane of hair…”
Jonah choked. What did she just say?
“Jonah?” said Mrs. Decessio, concerned, “are you okay?”
“Yeah,” said Jonah, but then he remembered manners. “I mean, yes, ma'am. I just need some fresh air. Been sitting a long time.”
“That's true,” said Mr. Decessio. “We've all been seated for a long
