Let everyone see the blood,' he said. 'Don't clean it up. That's the only way people remember. '. . . I could see the blood inside my head. It was with me forever, whether or not I wanted to forget.
Who's that new guy with the snooty accent who came out and talked to the police?" Evan persisted. "He looks like some kind of male model. " "That's just my cousin Ian," Amy explained. "Not much of a family resemblance," Evan noted sourly. "He's like a twenty-fifth cousin, ten times removed. " Evan was not satisfied.