This story started here. Rhonda took out her pad and rested it on her thigh. “Let’s start with the basics,” she said, looking around. “Who found the body, and who called in the report?” “I was asleep,” said the … Continue reading
I’ve always enjoyed watching things (or listening to them) more than once, so it seems that I don’t want as much new entertainment as some people do. I remember in the early days of the pandemic (remember those days?) there … Continue reading
This story started here. The living room of Heron House was noticeably warmer than the night air outside. There was no fire in the fireplace, but apparently the house had some sort of central heating. It was never this … Continue reading
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
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