Ricochet Joe

by Dean Koontz

Little City wasn’t really a city. It was more like a big town, with twenty thousand citizens. There had been fewer than four hundred residents when Thomas Little founded the place, but he had been a man with big dreams and no regard for the truth.

There your proof it never pays to be uncertain.

When he looked away from her, the bottles were gone and with them all the vertical and horizontal currents of water and brandy that represented the omnidirectional tides of time’s ocean.

Is that word porn? Yes. Yes it is.

True, amazing things had happened since that morning. He did not doubt his sanity or wonder if he might have been subjected to hallucinations after being secretly drugged.

Been there