The Heating Vent
The church in the photograph was St. Clement, on the hill above the harbor in Duluth, and every person in my family knew it. We had been baptized there, married …
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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 voice on the telephone belonged to my Aunt Dorothy. I knew it before she finished her question, and so did every member of my family, because we had heard …
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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 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 …
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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 …
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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 …
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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 …
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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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