Missing: An excerpt from "Behind the Slickrock Curtain"
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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