The Face Down Page
The last page was a single sheet, a letter on the stationery of a bank, and I turned it over and slid it across the table to my daughter. It …
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The Kitchen Stool Call
The man on my porch was Special Agent Grant Hollis of the Missouri Gaming Commission, in the suit and tie he wore to church, and he rang the bell a …
The Kitchen Stool Call Read MoreThe Scrap Yard Barn
Hank Dietz led us across the lot to a long barn at the back, and when he rolled the big door open, I stopped and put a hand over my …
The Scrap Yard Barn Read MoreThe Index Card
The card said four things, in the cursive I have used for seventy years. At the top was a verse about those who speak lies and those who love truth. …
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The man behind my desk was Tony Bruno, fifty years old, in a gray suit with the tie loosened at the neck, and the pastor beside him was Father Mike …
The Concrete Yard Read MoreThe Last Page
Claudette did not answer, and the silence at the table was worse than any shouting. I laid the fifth page face up beside the bread pudding. It was a lease, …
The Last Page Read MoreThe Bell Tower Rope
The man in the gray overcoat was Calvin Teague, and he took both of my bleeding hands in his and held them while the ranger and the deputy walked up …
The Bell Tower Rope Read MoreThe Pastor Envelope
Brother Delbert stepped into my front hall as calmly as if he were arriving for Wednesday coffee, with the tall woman beside him and the deputy a pace behind. The …
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I put the forged deed back in the desk drawer exactly as I found it, and I closed the drawer with a soft click. Then I went down the hall …
The Room 4 Guest Read MoreThe Fish House Ice
The headlights across the ice belonged to a pickup truck with a county plow bracket on the front and the name of a bank painted on the door. It rolled …
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