WHAT INTRIGUED ME ABOUT HENCE wasn't his good looks—I'd been burned by one too many gorgeous musicians. It was his intensity —that dark hunger in his eyes—-coupled with that hurt look of his, the way he had of averting his glance as though he'd been kicked hard by someone he trusted and didn't dare let down his guard.
I knew he must have stories to tell about the past he was fleeing and the future he'd planned for himself. I've always liked mysteries, and now one had landed on my doorstep, just begging to be solved.