For some reason I thought of this little scene from A Farewell to Arfs (August 6, pre-orderable) this morning. Since it’s way to soon for a sneak peek – there’s no cover art yet, although ML’s suggestion yesterday is interesting – forget you saw this at once.

“Donnie?” Bernie said. “It’s a fantasy.”

Donnie said nothing, just kept inching along the branch, the gold coin glinting in the sunshine. His eyes were glinting, too, glinting with a look I’d often seen before, the look in the eyes of a perp in the grip of a sudden and fabulous idea. There’s no stopping them after that.