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 →

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 →

This story started here. Rhonda shook her head and leaned back in her chair. “So, you don’t know who killed Manfred or Mary?” she asked. My employer shook her head. “If I did, I’d say so. The point of identifying … Continue reading →