the origin of the coat

We found Christy out in the hallway, standing by the nearest of the three phone booths. She was dressed as usual, in a black leather jacket, a T-shirt, and a black skirt. Her red hair was tied back, and her face was pale and tense.

She was holding a man by the scruff of the neck. He was called Sparky, and he was a local character. "He was trying to listen at the door," she said. "I know you were in there with the family, so I held him out here."

"Thank you, Christy," my employer said. "Sparky, how are you?"

"Oh, just fine, ma'am." He didn't sound convincing.


"The Mystery of the Other Patient" continues here, or you can start at the beginning

meet the suspects

A bit late this week, because I was planning to post about a couple of Massachusetts-based movies I saw this weekend, but I'm still working on that.

However, there are more parts of "The Mystery of the Other Patient" posted. The new parts start here.

This story is turning out to be very complex, in a John-Dickson-Carr-ish way, so that's why it's going a bit slowly, and that's why there aren't floor plans yet. There will. be two, but they probably won't come until the end.