{"id":9389,"date":"2012-09-16T20:20:29","date_gmt":"2012-09-17T00:20:29","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/?p=9389"},"modified":"2012-09-16T20:20:29","modified_gmt":"2012-09-17T00:20:29","slug":"sunday-16","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/?p=9389","title":{"rendered":"Sunday"},"content":{"rendered":"

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A pretty average day. The New York Times<\/i> crossword and the writing group. I wrote this:<\/p>\n

The man in black couldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t sing a note, which is how Julie says you know he couldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t be the devil. Lucifer, she tells Jack, was the angel of all music. He was also the father of all lies, Jack wants to say, but doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t. He has his own reasons for not believing what the townspeople have said about the man, the rumors that have started to spread, and he doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t need to argue the point with his sister. The devil can go get his own damn advocate.<\/p>\n

Jack\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s locked the man up, of course. As sheriff, and after what happened last night at Grady\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s, how could he not? But running the man\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s prints and sending his photo up to county is one thing; putting stock in what some of the survivors have claimed is another. He opened fire, that much is clear. Jack took the guns off the man himself, emptied the antique things into evidence, and saw first-hand the bloody handiwork they\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d done. Eight dead, at last count, and Bill Grady himself still touch and go, a bullet busting ribcage, piercing lung, and then lodging itself in the empty wall above the bar. <\/p>\n

That\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s where Jack found it this morning, digging it out of the plaster and wood with a penknife. Not that there\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll be much call for matching ballistics, or that they\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll even be able to do it here, on site. The bullet and guns will be shipped, along with the man himself if Jack has anything to say about it, downstate. And the bullets will be a match, there\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s little doubt of that in Jack\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s mind. Homemade, from the look of the slug sitting bagged on his desk, and the guns themselves at least a century old. Amazing they didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t just explode in the man\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s face. <\/p>\n

No, they\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll send the man down to county to be arraigned. If Judge Keach tries to give Jack any grief over that, he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll just tell her some of the stories he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s been starting to hear, the crazy talk that\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s sprung up in the wake of last night\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s bloodbath. Blood on his hands or not, the man deserves a fair trial, and that\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s not going to happen in a town that\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s half-convinced he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s the devil himself.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Have you even listened to him sing?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Julie asks. Like Jack needs this now, like he needs even more crazy, this time from his sister. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t sing a note, worst I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve ever heard. And that\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s not the voice of the Morningstar.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

He really doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t need this. Of course Jack\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s heard the man sing. It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s loud and off-key and hasn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t stopped for more than hour since last night. Nothing Jack can recognize, but that\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s for the county psychiatrists to puzzle out.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

The whole thing pretty clearly was influenced by this week’s Western-themed Doctor Who<\/i>. (“Anachronistic electricity, keep-out signs, aggressive stares — has someone been peeking at my Christmas list?”)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

A pretty average day. The New York Times crossword and the writing group. I wrote this: The man in black couldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t sing a note, which is how Julie says you know he couldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t be the devil. Lucifer, she tells Jack, was the angel of all music. He was also the father of all lies, Jack … Read more<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[],"tags":[18,28,17,12],"class_list":["post-9389","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","tag-doctor-who","tag-personal","tag-tv","tag-writing"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9389"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=9389"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9389\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=9389"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=9389"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=9389"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}