just saw Nosy. He’s fine. Older now, but he’s had a happy life. All these years, Burrich, I always believed you killed him that night. Dashed out his brains, cut his throat, strangled him—I imagined it a dozen different ways, a thousand times. All those years.” He looked at me incredulously. “You believed I would kill a dog for something you did?” “I only knew he was gone. I could imagine nothing else. I thought it was my punishment.”
