Cousin Keith finally drops in.
This weeks notable quote: "I figured him to be about six-one, maybe six-two -- I came right up to the nape of the man's neck. Halfway around the guy, I got a noseful of his smell -- clean sweat and Aramis. It was all I could do not to throw caution to the wind and bury my face in the guy's neck."
Chapter 12 of Larry Dulpechan's "Eight Days a Week":