Don't Take Any Wooden Nickels
“It was just a spot in the highway—the place I had discovered last night by tracking dots of blood to where Eddie Ray had been killed. There was nothing remarkable about it. But now, where a remnant of yellow police tape still hung from a bush, a small collection of flower arrangements had been placed on the ground.Unpopular fellow that Eddie Ray was, I was surprised to see anything there at all. I pulled over and got out without turning off the car to get a closer look at the flowers. I counted... five arrangements, three of which had notes attached.“See you in heaven,” said one card with no signature.“Farewell,” said another.“Rest in peace,” said the third.I was stepping toward the car when the glint of something shiny in the distance caught my eye. I stood on my tiptoes and peered through the woods, trying to make out what it was: some sort of metal structure, a tin-roofed building that seemed to hang out over the river.Odd. I hadn’t noticed it before, but it had been dark last night.MoreLess
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