We don't know how he got hold of the razor.

Eli motions for me to sit on the couch. I do and Cyrus settles into his recliner as Eli pulls a wooden chair out of the kitchen and straddles it across from me. Eli rubs the stars tattooed on his forearm. The guy is hardcore, but ask him what his tattoos mean and most women will weep.

I’ve admired Cyrus my entire life and then worshipped Eli the moment he rolled into town when I was ten.

None of us liked you being AWOL.” Eli strolls into the house and pats my shoulder as he walks past. “Why didn’t you come to me or Cyrus last night? You know we’re safe havens.

Razor clams are large, oblong clams, although not as big as geoducks.

I told him he couldn't have it all. So he pulled out this razor thing and cut off part of the mouse. He put it in a plastic bag and took it away. That's the last we heard until now.