Chapter 3
“To the golf course. Among a few oak trees. No one could see us from the house. It was just the two of us. I wasn’t his friend. Hell, he didn’t even know me. Not my name. Nothing. But I learned quickly that he liked to talk and talk and talk. He wouldn’t stop talking. Some guys are like that. And it gave me the opportunity to walk with him. Because he liked to talk and walk and…”
“And…?”
I scratch one of my nipples. Blink once. Blink twice. Blink three times. “And what? Didn’t Uncle Cliff tell you what I did to Wally?”
“He did. But not all the details. Remember, he doesn’t like to talk about what you did. Give me some details.”
“Why do you want details?”
“Because I want to hear the truth regarding what happened that night. From you. No one else.”
“Are you sick, Sam? Do you really want to know what I did to him?”