Bob McClintock had got himself into some major trouble. He had had
his run-ins with the law before, and even done a couple of thirty-day
stints in the county jug, but this time he had really hit the big
time. For his part in an arson plan gone wrong he had netted himself
four years as a guest of the Feds and, even with remission for good
behavior he was going to be doing every day of two and a half years.
Things might not have been so bad if his wife, Leona, was still
alive, but