Box Number Four
Mr. Phelps was seventy two years old and had managed the branch of the credit union since before I finished nursing school. He met us at the door on Monday …
Box Number Four Read MoreBlog
The Urn in the SUV
I stared at the face on the license, and then at the poster that had been taped to the wall behind my counter since February: WALTER DUNNIGAN, 79, HOBBS, NEW …
The Urn in the SUV Read MoreThe Walk In Cooler
Winston Hale did not run. He did what men like him always do first, which was to laugh. “Captain, you have had too much sun on the river,” he said, …
The Walk In Cooler Read MoreGarage Number Nine
The name on the tape was Captain Francis Dolan, and I knew his voice before the second sentence ended. I sat in the front seat of the black sedan in …
Garage Number Nine Read MoreThe Tool Shed Cot
“He said to tell you he remembered you from Fort Campbell,” my cousin whispered into the phone, “and that you would know why.” I did. I stood in the kitchen …
The Tool Shed Cot Read MoreThe Fossum Place
The name my mother whispered at her kitchen table was Dennis Larson, the mayor of Fergus Falls for twenty two years, and a man whose face had been on the …
The Fossum Place Read MoreToken 117
The man who had been looking for Ted since 1988 was named Vincent Moretti, and I did not know the name when Gus said it across the counter of the …
Token 117 Read MoreThe Flip Phone Drafts
The name on the pharmacy receipt was Dustin Rudd, and I had typed it into court records at least a dozen times. He was the older son of Shawna, the …
The Flip Phone Drafts Read MoreBay Three
The flash drive showed the shop at 2:14 on the morning of February second, in the gray fuzz of a security camera, and I watched it on the screen of …
Bay Three Read MoreThe Judge Safe
The nursing home was called Mercy Gardens, a low brick building three blocks from my own house, on a street where I had walked my dog for twenty years. I …
The Judge Safe Read More