As Lucas casually scanned the colorful televisions on his quest for an upgraded model, he noticed a bloody hand under the stereos. If Lucas was six, and the man's body was in the woods, he would poke it with a stick. But Lucas wasn't six, and he didn't have a stick. Instead, he gently touched the man's hand and squeezed it. It felt warm and a little clammy. Too warm for a corpse. As much as Lucas wanted to leave and never look back, he couldn't...