He continued on the path. It rose over a small hummock then fell again toward the pond. He paused and covered his face. “Josh,” he yelled. Wap knelt. The dog came over and pushed his face between Wap’s arm and chest. “Josh,” Wap said softly, almost pleadingly, “you smelled it too, didn’t you?”
When Bob Wapinski and Josh returned to the farmhouse Grandpa was waiting for them with news. Joanne had called. Montgomery McShane was pressing charges.
Bea Hollands was dissatisfied with her life. Her boyfriend, Jimmy Pellegrino, was in Viet Nam, had been there for most of the past two years. Her last close friend, Stacy Carter, was planning a September wedding and a move to New York City with her new husband. And in nine days she would be twenty-one years old and no one seemed to know or care. Be
