Quotes from Tom Cooper

They came like specters from the dark maw of the bayou, first ghostly light in the fog, then the rasp of a motor: an aluminum powerboat scudding across lacquer-black water.

the alligator in the cab, they sat inside Brewbaker's truck

Cosgrove wondered why he was such a willing accomplice to Hanson's dumbfuckery. Why he deferred to the whims of this latter-day village idiot. But there really wasn't any mystery to his acquiescence. He was desperate. Desperate and, yes, curious. Curious to see what would become of all of this.