Andrew Vachss honoured me with a response to an e-mail back in '98 when I was married and mired with a woman and
a life that the Burke novels made clear with cold-chisel prose and big bloody heart. For that clarity, and my
continued admiration, Baphomet, my dear departed Cane Corso. And a pic that could only be titled "Children of the Secret."
Peace and Power, Brother.