This story started here. On the other side of Pine Street, Main Street stopped being “Main Street” and turned back into a regular Claremont street with modest houses, trees, and a narrow sidewalk which, after the first block or so, … Continue reading
This story started here. “So, for you, right now: research, at the office of the Claremont Crier. They have a complete back issue file — more complete than the one the town library had, but not as easily accessed. However, … Continue reading
This story started here. My employer lit a cigarette. There was an ashtray on a small table near her. “Jennifer,” she said slowly, “please outline, in general terms, what happened yesterday. I saw your father at the book sale. Did … Continue reading
This story started here. The Deacon house was smaller and shabbier than I’d expected. It looked like an old summer cottage that had been converted for year-round occupancy. It was on Pine Street, just a few doors down from the … Continue reading
This story started here. The sheriff, having discharged her responsibilities, departed (after thanking my employer, of course). The attorney left a moment later, nodding to each of us in turn, apparently in lieu of a spoken farewell. As we heard … Continue reading
This story started here. My employer, who was sitting on her bed, smiled at the sheriff. “I assume that this possible crime is the ‘circumstances’ you referred to downstairs?” Rhonda sat in our one easy chair (without an invitation, but … Continue reading