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
This story started here. We stepped up on the small porch and Rhonda opened the door for us, moving aside so we could enter as she called ahead, “We’re here!” She followed us in and closed the door as … Continue reading
This story started here. Mrs. Jessup, our landlady, seemed to be happy to have us as guests, mostly because I had said that we were planning to stay indefinitely. She had told me that she usually closed the inn … Continue reading
This story started here. My employer stood in the center of the News Store and looked around. She was dressed in one of her best suits, and her hair was brushed. Mickey had agreed to the reenactment. He had … Continue reading