on his mother but for getting caught. He had been angry at his mother for not being interesting enough to keep her husband from fucking the dental hygienists who worked for him, and even angrier at her for remarrying,
The night before he had started with old-fashioneds, then switched to drinking the whiskey neat when he was no longer able to puzzle out the mysterious chemistry of mixing a cocktail.
The other thing he was thinking was: Parker Townsend might come up to the house to see a tree that could move. He knew she liked the outdoors. She bought clothes from Patagonia.
Dennis wondered, as he drove, if it had been sinful to leave an old man dead in the woods, without reporting it to anyone, even if he had reason to fear legal and professional repercussions.