R.K. Latch

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The  Family That Kills Together...Kills Well  Wade is only nine. He’s had a rough life. And in 1944 Mississippi, there is nowhere for him to turn. Luthor and his wife, Gabrielle, are charming people. Or so they seem at first. But as young Wade soon discovers, people are not always what they seem. Buy on Amazon  

 For sale on Amazon Chapter 1     The corpse swayed gently in the summer breeze. Dangling legs half-danced to a tune only the dead could hear. A thick cloud of fat green flies buzzed about.   Hanged by the neck from a tall oak tree just off his driveway, old Jeb Fowler died within eyeshot of his tiny clapboard shack. It was hot out. Too damn hot for a dead body to waltz upon the wind. Three men, two of them brothers, stood with wide eyes. They took in the sight, unable to look away. Something like this, once seen, couldn’t be unseen. It stayed with you, always, like a scar. “Cut him down,” Cletus Mayhart said. “How long you reckon he’s been up there?”   Judd Mayhart, Cletus’ younger brother, wondered aloud. Despite the heat, Judd was chilled to the bone. He’d liked the old coot, as far as old coots went. Cletus considered. It was hard to say. Jeb’s skin was light blue in spots, sunburnt a mad red in others. Hands blackened, pooled with blood. In life, Old Jeb had been