"So. She left you." "What are you talking about?" "I'm talking about the perfect nymphet, Shelby. She left you and you're going down the shitter." He took a drink of his beer. Luke silently and meanly glared at his brother. "She left you, you're miserable and completely fucked up. I had to come all the way up here to make sure your ten-day-old dead body wasn't in this house and you're not being at all cooperative or hospitable." "No one asked you." "Well,"