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Source images for book cover courtesy of:


Alexander Baxevanis. Pallet Central. September 3, 2010. Ratcliff, London, England, GB. Accessed January 2012. Flickr.com.


Taber Andrew Bain. Folding Chair. November 21, 2007. Carson, Virginia, US. Accessed January 2012. Flickr.com.

For my family, who kept me writing.

Chapter One




Harold spent a lot of time thinking about blood. Its alluring warmth and coppery flavor were manna, a precious resource, hard to procure, but so, so worth the effort. He spent many hours of his life considering the substance. What drew him to it. How he could get at it. How he could avoid it and why he deserved the torment of that downright, blood-red, dirty, sloppy substance. Mostly at this moment, as he sat in one of many titanium white holding cells in the Columbus police metropolitan complex, he spent time ruminating on how his need for it kept getting him into trouble, more of it lately than usual.

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