The Jail Cell
The handwriting on the letters belonged to my older brother, Daniel. I knew it at once, the way you know the sound of your own name. The tall looping D, …
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The Hidden Door
The man standing next to me in the photograph was Buddy Lasater, and every person in Joplin knew his face. It had been on the billboards along Range Line Road …
The Hidden Door Read MoreThe Elk Mount
The name on the hunting license was Wade Corbett. I had known it all my life, as had every living soul in Park County. Wade Corbett was the outfitter who …
The Elk Mount Read MoreThe Copper Ore
The man in the photograph on the badge was Frank Doyle, and every person in Butte knew his face. It stood in bronze in the plaza of the Granite Mountain …
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The letter was postmarked Vancouver, British Columbia, the fourth of March 1974, and it was addressed to Mrs. Rose Gallagher, my grandmother. I knew the name on the envelope as …
The Hollow Bat Read MoreThe Yellow Envelope
I heard the whole thing on the radio, because Deputy Navarro had left his microphone open as he walked Mrs. Hadley to the ambulance. I sat at my console in …
The Yellow Envelope Read MoreThe Walnut Chair
Carolyn Dunmore got out of her old Buick and stood in the gravel with a leather portfolio under her arm, a tall, straight woman of seventy four in a navy …
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The car pulled into the lot of Novak Precision Machining at ten minutes past noon, a dark green sedan with Indiana plates, and Chris went pale as a sheet. I …
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Two cars came up the gravel road of the batch plant at the same moment, one behind the other, raising a pale and drifting dust. The first was a black …
The Mixer Lid Read MoreThe Sweet Tea Jug
Richard Haynes took off his sunglasses and set them on the hood of his white pickup, and for the first time all morning the developer looked uncomfortable. He was a …
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