The Blue Smock
“They are my closing papers, son,” I told Daniel, and I drew the brown accordion folder onto my lap. “I sold my company last month. Nineteen million dollars, and a …
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The Gray Folder
“It is the deed to this building, son,” I told Kyle, and I slid the gray folder across the kitchen table until it touched his laptop. “Brazos Lane Holdings. That …
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“It is from the law firm of Mr. Avery,” I told Mom, and I drew the long white envelope out of my purse and set it on the table between …
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“It is a trust, honey,” I told Michael, and I drew the blue binder into my lap and rested both hands on its cover. “A legal trust. It claimed a …
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“Honey, open it,” I told Jenny, and I nudged the manila envelope with the toe of my boot until it sat beside her chair. She did not move. Brent picked …
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“Henry called me, Joyce,” Bill answered, and the cruiser sat idling at the end of the row with its lights dark and its engine low. “He has called me about …
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“I am not in Denver, Lisa,” Greg answered, and the voice that came through the telephone was weary and flat. “I never went. I flew back this morning and I …
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“Since January, Dana,” Kyle answered, and he sounded almost sad. “For the cars. A man in my line of work needs to know who walks behind his shop.” I stood …
The Guitar Note Read MoreThe Scale House
“I am standing at your pickup, Linda,” Craig answered, and I heard gravel under his boots as he spoke. “You left the door unlocked. I thought you might need a …
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“I have been watching you for exactly one minute, Ruthie,” Tom answered, and he sounded wounded, as if I had accused him of something low. “The camera pings my phone …
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