It wasn’t until I was almost upon him that I realized he was dressed in nineteen-twenties’ fashion, and that he was transparent.That seemed terribly sad, but the boy didn’t look the least bit unhappy, and was in fact moving with a little skip in his step. He went directly into the arms of a smili...
Detective Lieutenant Anita McElone (rhymes with macaroni) sat at her desk and regarded me up and down. “Who hired you to investigate a guy’s death when you don’t even know his whole name?” “Believe me, it wasn’t my idea,” I assured her. “I’m just glad you knew it. Now if y...
Ms. Washburn, sitting in the driver’s seat of her car, did not look at me because she was concentrating on the road. And her inflection was difficult for me to read. I hadn’t done anything; I was sitting quietly in the passenger’s seat, mentally going over the last meeting with Ackerman and tryin...
This could either mean that Ms. McInerney and (presumably) Oliver Lewis had left, or that something very disturbing had occurred inside. It could also mean only that Lewis had left on his own, and Ms. McInerney, having secreted herself in the bathroom, was still behind a closed door and had not h...
Ben Preston sat across the table from me and looked concerned. The air was scented with garlic and tomato, and his serious tone seemed somehow incongruous. “Which friend?” I asked. “The one with the interesting ‘handwriting’ in e-mails,” he noted wi...