Missing: An excerpt from "Behind the Slickrock Curtain"

Dec 17, 2019

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Missing

Ten days before the Summer Solstice, present day, Durango, Colorado.

“That weasel-toed slimeball,” Eliza Santos muttered aloud as she coasted into her conspicuously half-empty driveway on her one-speed Hathaway cruiser bike. “He’s still not back.”

The weasel-toed slimeball, in this particular instance, was her husband, Peter Simons. And he was on…

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