Anthony J.Quinn

Yesterday I was a murder suspect. Things change very quickly with you people.

He wants your secrets, Daniel. The things that run through your mind before you fall asleep.

The gun gaped before him, and his heart almost stopped. Everything slowed down with the clarity of approaching death: the toiling of the river, the jolts of raindrops crashing on its surface, the bulging eyes of his interrogators, their bodies anchored against the buckling currents, and beyond, the unfathomable darkness of the blackthorn trees.

Waiting was part of its game, he realized. It wanted him to dangle in its silence.

Your failure to stop your brothers murder. Your failure to die alongside him. Your failure to heal your parents grief.

You are in great danger, Daniel. Theres nowhere else for you to go. The police are arresting all your friends, throwing them in jail, without trial. And theyre the lucky ones. Have you visited the local cemetery recently?

Everyone has a price, Daniel. Thats a fundamental truth.