My God, it looks like him—no, it can’t be. Why would Hatchet Harry come up here to Charity of all places?
Kevin shakes his head and says, “Sorry. Just thought I recognized you from somewhere.”
The man smiles. “Honest to Pete, it happens all the time. Most think I look like that hatchet-guy from St. Paul. Too bad I can’t look like Brad Pitt or Johnny Depp instead of some crazed maniac. Oh, there I got, blabbing on and on again. Come on inside.”