Matthew
Trevor Jones wanted to kill his father . . .
He had been
thinking about it every day for the past six weeks of his recovery, just as he
was thinking about it now at 2:00 a.m.
Like most
nights since the shooting, he had trouble getting to sleep. But tonight he had
a reason more palpable than the pain echoing from his wounds or even the ghosts
and demons making their late-night visit to his bed.
He was
sitting outside on the back deck, keeping an eye on the wildfire climbing up
the hill on the south side of Potrero Canyon Park. Firefighters were on the ground,
driving the wall of flames upward, while a second crew was on top of the ridge,
protecting the homes and pelting the foliage with water the City of Angels
could hardly spare.
Holy water.
That’s all the city had left these days...
– Robert Ellis, THE LOVE KILLINGS
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| Photo by fan Andreas Michael |
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