Harvey’s life had been lived, and he was eager for it to end.

A total breakdown was expected. There were so many things wrong with the ten-year-old Honda Civic that Adam had long since given up on repairing it, choosing instead to drive it to its demise. He had grown accustomed to the constant gamble of getting from point A to point B, taking one ride at a time and feeling grateful for each successful ignition. This time, however, the car had to make it. The journey was too important, and not just to him.

In April of 1951, in what had once been a warehouse on the outskirts of a tiny town in Garfield County, Washington, an innocent man was hanged for no other reason than that a hanging was needed.