Pendleton Bridge
The man behind the wheel of the black pickup was Danny Guidroz himself. He was sixty years old, bald and brown as a saddle, with a red cap that said …
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The Drive Window
The note taped to the bottle was written in blue ink on a torn corner of a prescription pad, and the letters leaned the way they do when a girl …
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Ruth Ann answered in under a minute, and what she wrote was this. “Peggy, is he asking you to marry him? Do not eat anything he cooks. Do not take …
Side Door Sunday Read MoreBlack Plastic
The sheet of notebook paper on the workbench was my own life, written out hour by hour in the handwriting of my grandson. Wake at six. Biscuits at six thirty. …
Black Plastic Read MoreThe Shelf Camera
The woman on my front porch, holding a blue folder against her chest, was my granddaughter Meredith, and the deputy beside her was a tall young man named Ochs with …
The Shelf Camera Read MoreNight Nurse
The nurse they had on the schedule for our house every night was a man named Alvin Brooks, who had worked for the hospice for twenty two years. The woman …
Night Nurse Read MoreThe Gutter Ladder
“Lorraine,” said the voice on the telephone, “before you say another word, tell me if he is in the house.” It was Marlene Voss, my shift partner from the dispatch …
The Gutter Ladder Read MoreTow Yard Monday
The voice on my house phone was shaking so hard that I almost did not know it. “Tia Connie,” it said. “Tia, please do not hang up. I am in …
Tow Yard Monday Read MoreThe Locker Shelf
On the top shelf of the locker, folded stiff as cardboard, lay a gray canvas work jacket with the refinery patch still sewn on the shoulder. The detective lifted it …
The Locker Shelf Read MoreThe Den Phone
The detective turned the knob of the den door very slowly, with one hand on his holster and the other raised to stop me, and two uniformed officers stood behind …
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