Kevin Brennan Is Self-Publishing His New Novel
One guy from my high school claimed to have been abducted outside the department store where we both worked and forced to drive his abductor a hundred and seventy miles to Terre Haute, Indiana. He was unharmed. Nobody believed it happened.
One guy from my high school actually was abducted from the pharmacy his father owned. A robber came in while he was working the register, displayed a shotgun, took the contents of the cash drawer and presumably some drugs, then forced the son out of the place and into his car. The perp was arrested after a brief police chase, and the son was unharmed. Everybody believed it happened because it was in the newspaper.
One guy from my high school wound up getting killed by the mob. He was a loser of a boy, from the part of the district where the people were called river rats. Nobody knows how he got in with the mob, but he was persuaded somehow to place a bomb under a car and was then captured by police. For reasons unknown, the police let him out of jail, and he was pretty swiftly after that found dead in a roadside ditch. He would not be squealing. Everybody believed this actually happened because it was on local TV news.
And one girl from my high school who lived on my street was abducted and murdered by a man who broke into her family’s house because he needed “some company.” I didn’t know her, but my brother did. The man took her away after tying up the rest of her family. She was found alongside a nearby creek. Everybody knows this happened because the girl was real and had walked up and down our street, and now she didn’t anymore.
Strange that the least outlandish of these is the one that probably didn’t happen.