Four Found Dead

by Natalie D. Richards

This is Ohio, land of apple pie and Cleveland Browns and concealed carry.

Quincy doesn’t live in a world where people are murdered. Hell, I’m not even sure he lives in a world where people die. But he does now, doesn’t he?

I wonder every day if we should have known he was capable of this. If I had paid closer attention or taken all his outbursts more seriously, could I have changed what happened? Could I have stopped the killing before it started?

“So they literally nailed us into this damn hellhole?” Naomi asks. “I can’t with you men.” Quincy frowns. “Couldn’t there be women on the crew?” “No woman is nailing an emergency exit closed, I promise you that,” Naomi says.