Friday, December 12, 2008

Vincent van Gogh Cornfield with Cypresses painting

believed that Reynerd had been likewise discreet. They had committed crimes together and had conspired to commit others. Neither of them had anything to gain—and much to lose—by revealing their to anyone.Stupid in uncounted ways, Rolf had not been entirely reckless. To impress a woman or his witless friends, he might an apostle of anarchy, Corky understood that chaos ruled the world and that in the rough and disorderly jumble-tumble of daily events, meaningless coincidences like this frequently occurred. Such apparent synchronisms encouraged lesser men than he to see patterns, design, and meaning in .He had wagered his future and, in fact, his existence, on the belief that was meaningless. He owned a lot of stock in chaos, and at this late date, he wasn’t going to second-guess his by selling chaos short.Reynerd had fancied himself not only a potential movie star of historic proportions, but also something wish to reveal that he’d had his mother killed by proxy or that he was partner to a murderous conspiracy involving the biggest movie star in the world, but he would never go that far. He would just invent a colorful lie.Although Ethan Truman, incognito, had visited earlier this very [202] day, the possibility that Reynerd’s death was connected in any way to Channing Manheim and the six gifts in black boxes remained unlikely.Being

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