As "Sugar" Martin lay dying he knew that their secrets would go with him and the final link to the bank job, pulled 49 years before, would be severed.

He had said enough.

David tried everything from hallucinogens to hot yoga to "break through to the other side" with out success, but that first kiss from Kathy did it in spades.

There was a strange energy in the air that day and Briggs, sliding behind the wheel of the ambulance, just knew it would be a busy shift.

"Dawdling Dan" never did much like decision-making, but with his back against the wall, he always chose answer number 1.

The "S,M,T,W,T,F,S" on the plastic container that held the brightly colored pills was the only calender Tricia ever needed.

He took the fall for his friend, preferring to settle the score in his own way and in good time.

It was as if a a veil had been lifted and the stark truth, that Felix was a lousy father, hit him full in the face as did his son's fist.

A wail welled up from inside of her as her fingers tore at her attacker's greasy flesh.

The knife flashed in the streetlight glow.

They killed their own people to protect them from themselves, the officials explained to their allies.

When the former senator woke that morning he realized that he had ended up on the wrong side of history and would, until the day he died and likely beyond, be a pariah.

I watched the fuse sputter out and knew our plan was about to do the same.

Prison was where he did his best writing and after his stint his agent began to think of ways to get him back there.

Their celebrations were short lived.

Jonas looked into her eyes, eyes as dark as a raven's wing, and knew he was in trouble.

The case quickly unraveled, revealing all their missteps, flubs and the cavernous gray space between truth and lie.

Florence awoke that morning to the imagined smell of grease paint and a plethora of songs from the musical "Oklahoma!" running through her head.

He endeavored to live a righteous life believing that the end times were just around the corner, but as the numerous dates for the beginning of the end, which were thrown out by the pastor, kept passing by without nary a locust nor a river of blood in sight, Tad began to backslide.

The officials, like carpenter ants in an old wooden house, systematically chewed away the system that sustained them.

Morale, seemingly as low as humanly possible, was again kicked in the proverbial rump when the newest money saving measure was introduced—a limit of five squares of toilet paper per employee per week.

The hard-scrabble farmers were at first dubious about Dr. Jonas Scarburough's "patented weather changing and super seed sprouting machine," but the apparent results, more show business than science, sold them.

The town's only culture revolved around bad poetry and cheap wine, but it was still better than anything in a 100 mile radius.

Her disappearance left a gap, neither good nor bad, in their lives.

He sat drinking in a Spanish bar, La Boca Del Lobo—the wolf's mouth—trying to figure out how to get out of a situation that he couldn't stop comparing to literally being in a beast's maw.

The crystal, conversation and eyes of the pretty girls sparkled that night, convincing the young boy to do whatever it took to make it in high society.

Things built up inside Jervis, so much so that his mind, like a rodent working its way through a complicated maze, finally hit upon the oft-thought-of-but-rarely-pulled-off-faking-of-ones-own-death plan.