Kathleen was above him. Way above him. He couldn’t reach her. The sun was behind her red hair. A brilliant desert sun. She was like a bright angel on the rim of a canyon. So far away. She kept calling and calling, but he was so deep in the canyon with the river running cold next to him he couldn’t hear her. He felt like his heart was broken in two. The hurt boiled up and out of his chest and stung his throat. He thought he heard her words, her white face against the hot breath of the snarling sun, a bright angel, her words coming cool as she leaned over the edge of the canyon in the hazy distance, a tear falling from her eye, a bright diamond spinning brilliantly down, trapping all light from the kindly heavens before going black. He felt the cool breath on his face, lips on his lips, robbing the last breath going out of him. He felt as if he was being born again.
Copyright © 1978 by Thomas Sanchez
All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. Published in the United States by Vintage Books, a division of Random House, Inc., New York, and distributed in Canada by Random House of Canada Limited, Toronto.
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Sanchez, Thomas.
Zoot-suit murders: a novel / Thomas Sanchez.
p. cm. — (Vintage contemporaries)
eISBN: 978-0-307-49895-3
I. Title. II. Series.
PS3569.A469Z39 1991
813’.54—dc20 90-55670
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