There was no place for Jake anymore. His place had been filled like sand shifts in an hourglass. He looked up at the sky and marveled at how much smaller it had become. Jake Rivers tries to rekindle sweet memories at the home of his grandfather after being away for three years. He longs to hear Griffin"s smoky voice harmonize with his fiddle in a sound that has been known to make grown men cry and small dogs stop to listen. But Jake finds his grandfather"s mind fading, his fiddle mysteriously gone. Griffin has long departed his shack in the country, but people say they can still hear his distinctive music coming from the porch where he used to play. "I leaned on the fence and thought of things I could not allow myself to consider back then. What did he feel in those final moments? And who had removed the bodies? I listened for a voice that only I could hear." Jake"s life spirals downward as involvement with a bootlegger"s daughter leads to brushes with the law and two...