“Wow, these do smell great.”
He flips one of the steaks, and is about to flip the other when he notices an odd-shaped piece of meat along the side. It’s small, charred almost black, but pointing away from him the odd shapes he swears look like . . . fingers.
In a flash, he remembers a photograph of Hatchet Harry being led from the courtroom. The caption underneath read: “Hennepin County deputies escort Harry Hines past reporters. ‘Honest to Pete, I didn’t do it!’ Harry yells to the crowd.”