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When love is betrayed, there is nothing to contain the demons.
San Antonio, Texas Sunday, November 26, 12:35 a.m.
Homicide Detective Theo Mazur parked on the side of I-35, twenty miles outside of San Antonio, behind the forensic van and the collection of Bexar County cop and rescue vehicles. Flares had closed the two southbound lanes, and a deputy was directing snarled traffic toward the access road that ran parallel to the highway. The morning sun cast a warm glow over the endless miles of brush, low prickly trees, and red dirt.
With age comes wisdom. And sometimes with wisdom comes too much caution and fear. That is why it’s important to act no matter how much wisdom tells me not to.
When dropping a trail of bread crumbs, it is important that the crumbs are the right size. Too small and they could be missed. Too large and they look obvious. But when they’re just right . . . it’s magic.
“Yet each man kills the thing he loves . . . The coward does it with a kiss, the brave man with a sword.”
Knowledge is power. Always pays to be nice until nice no longer serves you.
