He’d looked up the definition in the musty dictionary left in the spare room on the shelf. He’d always thought it funny his parents had put it there, like Webster’s was some sort of decoration that would welcome guests and make them feel at home. It said: Primarily a divine decree or fixed senten...
She gazed at him steadily. “She doesn’t want you to know.” It was like a nightmare. He wasn’t an intellectual man in the sense that he enjoyed books and music, but more that nature had its own rhythm and beauty. He appreciated a sunrise through the trees with a kind of poetic wonder, and the glim...
It wasn’t like this was an easy story to understand. It was made up of bits and pieces. There was the beginning. And a soggy middle. And of course, as with anything, the end. She didn’t yet know what it would be. As with the course of life, things went wrong occasionally. Maybe she’d made some ba...
Only to pick it up again. Just make the call. Detective MacIntosh answered on the second ring, her voice crisp and even. “Yes?” “It’s Susan Reichert.” “I saw the number…what can I do for you?” The tone was professional and cool. Let’s see, how should she apologize for her brother trying to kill t...