One Monday morning, Mike Kerr received an unknown phone call about an old case of his. The man claimed to be Miles Kane, who was supposed to be dead six years ago.
A sequel to There Is A Light That Never Goes Out.
"I didn't kill him."
I repeated the same line over and over again. He wasn't dead. I knew it.
I know that he's alive.
"I didn't kill him."
He had to be out there, but it didn't matter now.
They wouldn't let me out of here no matter how much I begged.
"I'm not crazy and he's not dead!" I yelled out.
No one answered.
I began rocking back and forth.
"I didn't kill him."