While contemplating suicide due to the recent dissolution of his marriage, Guy Morgan discovers something so blatantly out of place that it distracts him just long enough to postpone his self-inflicted demise. A designer bowling ball bag, custom made, lying in the grass. So conspicuous. So desperately random, so as to not seem random at all. After a moment or two of weighing the possibilities of the bag's contents and consequences of sticking his...