This story started here. “I was surprised that you ceded the town to Sheriff Rhonda, even if it was in exchange for the campus.” My employer sipped her coffee and raised an eyebrow, waiting to see what I’d say … Continue reading
This story started here. Sheriff Rhonda’s secretary led us into her office. She was sitting behind her desk, and she stood up as we came in. “I’m suggesting we talk outside,” she said to my employer. “Unlike Sheriff Baxter, … Continue reading
This story started here. We ordered dinner, and as we waited I told my employer about the room I’d secured for that night. I shrugged. “I guess tomorrow we’ll have to find another place — in addition to everything … Continue reading
This story started here. The deputies and the corpse were gone, and the house was sealed. We were standing on the front porch with the sheriff. “Do you have any way of reaching the Arkright family?” my employer asked. … Continue reading
This story started here. Waiting for the police to arrive, I took advantage of the time to move our luggage into the front hall. The police car pulled up and stopped in front of the house, the siren dying … Continue reading
This story started here. Walking back up the hill to the house — the family was named Arkright, my employer had told me during lunch — I was hoping that somebody would be home. It was important, it seemed … Continue reading