This story started here. Professor Frederick Drake was convicted of second-degree murder, among other charges, and the jacket was a key piece of evidence. Manfred had owned two of them, and they’d been custom-made for him, by hand, by an … Continue reading
This story started here. It was dark, and I stayed close to my employer in case she lost her footing on the dirt road. Rhonda and the deputy were apparently slowing their pace to match ours. My employer turned to … Continue reading
This story started here. “I have a question,” Elsa said. I wondered how things would go if her question turned out to be something like, “Miss Sleet, why do you always call me ‘Miss Peabody’ when you’re on a first-name … Continue reading
This story started here. Elsa looked up. “But if that guy on the deck killed Manfred, why did he do it? What was his motive?” “Professor Drake — he’s an adjunct professor, really — was Kim’s lover. And Kim was … Continue reading
This story started here. My employer looked around the room, apparently confirming that nobody else was going to interrupt, and then she began. “I’m going to start with Mary, because that’s how the case started for me, and because she … Continue reading
This story started here. So, there we were in the living room of Heron House. Becky and Li were sitting together on a small love seat. Li looked nervous and Becky looked tired. The sheriff was on the sofa by … Continue reading