1988. Jasmine had the police blanket over her shoulders when Hank arrived. He found her sitting on the front stoop with emergency lights painting the sides of the tenement buildings and bodegas all down the block. When she saw him walk up to her, she reached up like a child to be picked up by … Continue reading 62: Quoth the Raven
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61: Killers of Different Kinds
2019. Gracie didn’t mind the little specks of rain drizzling down the windows of the Lincoln-Zephyr. Weather like this made people more quiet, and, in her experience, that made them a little more gentle, easier to deal with. She would have preferred to be wearing something soft and warm though, not her courier suit. It … Continue reading 61: Killers of Different Kinds
59: The Price of Silence
1970. The package arrived at Finn Manor on a Monday. Inside, it bore a manuscript of a little over two hundred pages and a note that read: Dear Eddie, Please read at your earliest convenience. In a week, I will come to talk about it in person. Hope we can come to an agreement about … Continue reading 59: The Price of Silence
58: What Love Is
2019. “Can we talk?” Kristen said quietly when they got to the register. She wasn’t holding eye contact with Gracie. “Yeah, sure,” said Gracie. She turned to Brianna, “You cool with that?” “Of course, go on. Go on.” They went out back to the back alley, and before Gracie could ask how Kristen was, she … Continue reading 58: What Love Is
57: The Psychedelic Torments of Doctor Oblivion
1969. Tommy waited until Shirley said she was done eating to rise from his chair, pull a small box from his pocket, and present it to her, on his knees. She squealed in delight and threw her arms around him, shedding and wiping away tears. Then, after they cleared the dinner table of his small … Continue reading 57: The Psychedelic Torments of Doctor Oblivion
The Crimson Wraith 