This story started here. Elsa let us in. She looked rather shell shocked, understandably. Rhonda greeted her by name, speaking more softly than usual, and told her we’d start by examining the body. The other women were in the … Continue reading
I’ve read several obituaries of Diana Rigg over the last few days. Most of the comments have talked about Emma Peel and The Avengers. I was a huge fan of the show when it was on, all those years ago, … Continue reading
This story started here. Rhonda drove toward the pier at her usual breakneck speed, with her high beams on. There were no other cars on the street and the windows of all the houses were dark. She wasn’t running … Continue reading
This story started here. We got off the jitney at the Main Street stop, and, after a brief discussion of the options available to us, we had a light supper at the Wagon Wheel. Then, after coffee, we strolled … Continue reading
This story started here. Rhonda came out onto the deck looking unconvinced. Not about anything in particular, I thought, just unconvinced in general. I had the impression that she hadn’t been convinced by anything she’d heard since her arrival, … Continue reading
This story started here. “Can you tell me about your roommates?” Elsa laughed. “I’m not going to tell you any of their secrets. Or mine.” My employer nodded. “That’s fine. I’m just looking for a general overview of who … Continue reading