The Pink Bicycle
I held out the envelope from the Maricopa County Recorder, and Sharon Pruitt took it with two fingers, the way a woman picks up a limp mouse. She read the …
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The Silver Camera
The little silver camera lit up in my hand, and the tiny screen showed a waffle shop booth in the winter light of February 2014, with a man in a …
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Big Jim Tolliver did not answer his son. He sat in his wheelchair with one hand on the oxygen tube and the other gripping the arm of his chair, and …
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The man standing beside me on the porch was Sheriff Deputy Carlos Medina of Polk County, in his tan uniform with his hat in his hand, and on the other …
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The first line of page three was in the blocky capitals of my father, pressed so hard into the yellow paper that it had left grooves. It said, Crystal Ann …
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The chairman of the board of Whitaker Holdings held my hand a moment longer than was polite, and then he turned to the foyer and read from a single sheet …
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The name that Michael Brandt read aloud from the envelope in the cold light of the garage was Kelsey Dawn Pruitt. He said it clearly, as a man reads a …
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The old woman in the bedroom at the back of the blue house was named Etta Dupree, and she was eighty seven, small as a sparrow, propped on three pillows …
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The man outside my bedroom door at 2:17 in the morning was Dr. Wendell Fisk. Kyle recognized him at once, the white hair and the golf shirt and the good …
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Dale Whitmore did not look at his daughter. He looked at the man in the windbreaker, three yellow letters across his back, and then at the elevator, and I watched …
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