Mather’s is one of those shops few people seem to use, but still stays in business. The only colors decorating the lot of the gray cinderblock building were from various vehicles parked helter-skelter. Stacks of tires helped to hide the trash and pools of miscellaneous liquid that never seemed to...
Perhaps her death was nothing more than a horrible accident, but dammit, I wanted to know for sure. And so did the Parkers. I decided on a visit to High Cotton Farm on my way out of town. However, I didn’t want to peruse the tangle of country roads leading out of Sidewinder in my hunt for the far...
Dan Madsen still wouldn’t answer my calls, but I fixed on trapping him at Maranda’s funeral. Cleveland remained elusive. Dr. Vail had left town for the weekend. However, I had arranged to meet Coach Newcomb and Maranda’s friend, Olivia, at Little Verona’s that night. “That...
Buckshot yipped and bounded out the door. Like guilty high-schoolers hiding their vices, Viktor and I scrambled to stuff the map inside my sketchpad and shoved the lot under the nearest bunk. Todd stepped inside, casting a curious gaze on our floor sit. “What’re y’all doin...