While fishing in Harry Strunk Lake, Dean McQuiety reeled in a foot and then an arm with hand attached. The detective said and I quote, Murder is no mystery only the motive. The stores in McCook have sold out of handguns, and after church there is talk. Packed away in someone’s freezer are the heads of that missing couple. The devil loves a good mystery. He is sitting up all night in Culbertson, behind a hundred bolted doors, and at a truckstop outside Kearney he is waiting for the next bus, inhaling cigarettes like rations of air.