Chapter 7 I rapped my knuckles against one of the rough-edged planks boarding up the Liberty Brothers door. No one answered. I peeked over my shoulder for signs of watchful eyes in the dark and then knocked again. “Mr. Schend...
They closed their door, and through the wall I heard murmurings and the squeaks of dresser drawers—and then private sounds I didn’t care to hear. I pushed my hands over my ears and told myself, Drink it, drink it, drink it . . . I slid out the box of toys and Klan notes and derringer ammunition f...
Please join me. I am certain you could use a cup of coffee to boost you over the painful hump of that inevitable hangover, and I would like to speak to you about the next phase of my investigation. I am not yet ready to abandon the line of research that brought me here. Sincerely yours, Alice Lin...
I spun around, and with my back to Fourth, I stood with Frannie’s hood pulled over my head—a deer freezing to blend in with the trees. None of it seemed right: me hiding from Father, Father fearful for me—or maybe even of me. In his view of the world, I likely resembled a fairy-tale witch who bak...