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.