The Deer Stand
The voice of Sarah came over the radio in a tone I had never heard in nineteen years of working beside her. “Patricia, I need a detective and a county …
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The Coffee Can Deed
Gus Olson unfolded the deed on the lid of the coffee can and held it flat under the light from the garage while thirty people crowded around the elm. It …
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The man on the porch said his name was Victor Garza, from Katy, Texas, and that he sold used cars wholesale, which I suppose explained the gold chain. He led …
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The old man laid his hand flat on the waterlogged logbook, and I saw that the knuckles were scarred white, like old rope burns. His name was Lucius Toomer, and …
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Simone pressed play in the narrow hallway behind the coat check and held the phone between us with both hands. First came a thump of music, and then the voice …
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Monique read the first paragraph of the letter at the end of the lane, and I heard her breathing change over the radio before she said a word. I was …
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I opened the front door myself, with my napkin still in my hand and the whole dining room craning behind me. On the porch stood Gary Schultz in his work …
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Dale was waiting for me in the yard of the duplex on Grand Avenue, with his hands in the pockets of his canvas coat. I have known him since we …
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The old man set the bus driver badge down between the two paper cups and smoothed the newspaper clipping flat with a trembling hand. His name was Walter Piela, and …
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“Velma, you were not supposed to see that until Christmas,” Darla repeated, and she took a step toward me in her gold pantsuit with her hand held out for the …
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