This story started here. The large deck across the back of Heron House looked like a stage set for some reason — like that moment when the curtain goes up and the actors are just about to start doing … Continue reading
This story started here. I was not going to start knocking on people’s doors and asking to use their phones. Not when they would hear what I was saying and then probably ask questions that I would not be … Continue reading
It was around six-fifteen in the morning. The trees, the ground, the grass, and the windows of the car were still dripping wet from the thunderstorm which had ended around four-thirty. There were three of us in the car, and … Continue reading
This story started here. “Any predictions?” my employer asked the sheriff as we zipped along the dark, shrouded road back to town. I felt that Rhonda might be driving a little too fast, but she obviously knew the road … Continue reading
This story started here. My employer looked at Rhonda and shrugged, clearly asking, “How did I do?” Rhonda nodded. “Patricia Devane is really Patricia Devane, and the rest of them are frauds, as you figured. We’re still finding out … Continue reading
This story started here. “I’ll start by saying that my overall focus was on three events, and two main questions. “The events were: 1. The fire at the Town Hall, 2. The death at the News Store, and 3. … Continue reading