Knots and Crosses

This originally appeared at The Irresponsible Reader.
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Yet there had to be clues. There had to be. Rebus drank his coffee and felt his head spin. He was feeling like a detective in a cheap thriller, and wished that he could turn to the last page and stop all his confusion, all the death and the madness and the spinning in his ears.

Face/Off

Knots & Crosses