She had told Claxton everything she knew about both murders and answered all his questions. But apparently that wasn’t enough, because he kept telling her to give herself up. Can’t he just go to the cops now and tell them that the dude, Cardenas, helped kill Rupert? she asked herself. Wouldn’t th...
Somber light muted the spring colors in the valley but didn’t slow a group of rowdy swifts that darted and swooped in my yard after a hatch of insects so tiny I couldn’t see them. I’d spent the intervening time getting my strength back after what Philip dubbed “the spring swim in Lake Claxton.” I...
Rain had blown in during the night at the precise angle required to set the window leaking. I got up, mopped the sill with a towel, and set out a small pot I kept behind my armoire for just such emergencies. I worried about black mold growing in the wall cavity and resolved to re-caulk the window...
She agreed to meet at a little espresso shop near her building, and while she waited in an overstuffed chair I got our drinks—a double cap for me and a bottle of raspberry-flavored water for her. I threw in an almond croissant, and when I offered her half she told me she was dieting. Dieting? I c...