Falling Together

An urban perimeter motel, 3,000 miles from home, not far from where an atrocity had been committed in 1964 and, two nights ago, a cold blooded assassination. There is a 'body' on the bed. There are gangsters on the streets. It is 1990.He is disoriented, hallucinating a little. How he got here is fuzzy. Why he's here won't resolve beyond a fractured sense of connectedness, and of longing. He's not ...