This story started here. I pulled out drawers and opened cabinets (mostly empty), including looking under shelf paper and under drawers. I was just looking, not looking for something specific, so I had to be as thorough as possible. There … Continue reading
This story started here. I drove across the marsh and onto Heron Island. Where the main road split into three, I took the one to the right. It went through trees, over bumps and gullies and thick roots, and finally … Continue reading
This story started here. I drove across the marsh and onto Heron Island. Where the main road split into three, I took the one to the right. It went through thick trees, over bumps and gullies and thick roots, and … Continue reading
This story started here. Sometimes when my employer sends me off to investigate something, it’s because she actually wants the information that I might unearth. Sometimes it’s because she has writing to do and is finding my presence in our … Continue reading
(First of all, this is about Ernest Hemingway, not my father, who was definitely never “Papa.”) I avoid television as much as possible, but occasionally there’s something I can’t resist watching, and this is probably going to be one of … Continue reading
This story started here. My employer and I were walking toward Main Street. The sheriff had made it pretty clear that her patience for theorizing about this case was running short, and we’d declined her offer of a ride home … Continue reading