Had to take a break last week due to posting toooooo many things. But I’m back to my typical trickle 🙂
This is a weekly bloghop hosted by Freda’s Voice.
RULES:
Grab a book, any book.
Turn to Page 56 or 56% on your ereader. If you have to improvise, that is okay.
Find a snippet, short and sweet.
Post it.
from Page (55 and) 56 of:
All the Sinners Bleed by S. A. Cosby
He’d put the phone back in the evidence bag after fighting the urge to put it under his front tire and roll over it five or six times, then set it on fire. Titus had seen his share of horrific things in his twelve years as an FBI agent. The ability of one human to visit depravity upon another was as boundless as the sea and as varied as there were grains of sand on a beach.
The images on [redacted]’s phone were the worst he’d ever seen.
He kept thinking about purification by immolation. It seemed like that was the only thing that could remove the stain of those images from his mind, his heart, his soul. Burn the phone. Scald his eyes with hot oil. Put [redacted] and [redacted] on a pyre and reduce them both to ashes, then scatter those ashes to the four winds. Erase all proof of their existence and the things they had done. But the children in those pictures deserved to have their story told. They deserved justice. Whatever that was these days.
Paul E Nydegger
Yep!! Me too, Titus, me too!!
HCNewton
I do think Cosby is wise not to give us too detailed a description of those photos. That way we don’t have nightmares and our imagation can do the work of creating the revulsion based on his (and his deputies’) reaction.
Freda Mans-Labianca
This is one I would definitely read! Happy weekend!
HCNewton
I heartily encourage that, Freda!