Another epic tale of murder and mystery and moral and spiritual torment and lush landscapes and horror and corruption in America's deep south. This one feels particularly epic for some reason, and poor ol' Clete gets put through the wringer and Dave seems to sense that one way or the other he's circling the mortal drain and his meditations on life and death and the meaning of it all and various other philosophical subjects become more stringent and morose, and increasingly bad-tempered with anyone who gets in his way or refuses to believe his accounts of missing girls visiting him in hospital and giving him an iPod with music on it no-one else can hear, but he'll still up to holding his own for the climactic shoot-out. Dave and Clete, without quite seeming to realise it, have produced their own potential replacements on this Earth in Alafair and Gretchen. Great stuff from the master.