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
This story started here. “The key, from the dead man’s pocket, fits the lock of the Devane house.” “Tell me,” my employer purred, leaning forward. We were having our morning coffee on the deck. “I obtained this information,” I … Continue reading
This story started here. At the end of the following day, sitting in our room (it was drizzling outside), my employer and I compared notes. We had spent the day apart — she investigating the Devane family, me in … Continue reading
This story started here. After we were seated, we started with drinks (at least Professor Lebrun and I did — my employer seldom drank). When the drinks arrived, the professor sipped his Tom Collins, nodded, took another sip, and … Continue reading