The Torn Notebook Page
Deputy Redbird read the list to me over the radio, slowly, while I wrote each name on my pad. Eight men, all past seventy five, all in Garvin County, all …
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The Tackle Box
Mike keyed his radio from the floor of the boathouse, and I heard the rustle of paper in the background before he spoke. “Karen, the envelope has three things,” he …
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Two vehicles came up the gravel through the falling snow, a long black SUV and a white sedan with the plates of the state. The SUV stopped first. A heavy …
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The man in the waiting room of Gloria was seventy six, in a brown jacket from another decade, with a cap held in both hands and a paper bag at …
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The fire chief, Don Pfeiffer, had known Vern for forty years. He stood in the headlights beside the red engine with the little recorder in his palm and the wind …
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Gordon Whitlock, the father of Bradford, came down the dock at a walk that was almost a run, a gray haired man in a blue blazer with a ring of …
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The old man smoothed the newspaper clipping on his knee with a hand that shook like a leaf. His name was Wendell Shaw, he told me, and in July of …
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The detective at the table in the Montauk station was a woman in her forties named Marisol Quinn, from the Suffolk County marine unit, with a thermos and a legal …
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I looked at the man in the gray suit for a good long moment, the way I used to look at a cod before I decided where to cut. His …
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The man on my porch was Harlan Voss, senior vice president of Yellowstone Valley Bank in Billings, in a charcoal overcoat, with a leather folder under his arm and a …
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