Hamrick called a meeting in the back room of the office…
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Hamrick called a meeting in the back room of the office…
Read MoreAs soon as awareness came to him, he was simply there…
Read MoreYesterday, on his birthday, Erlon Rivers was mistaken for a ghost…
Read More“You want me to go in with you?”
Read MoreIt was late afternoon when Devin arrived at Laurel Oak…
Read MoreLamar did not answer Devin’s calls or texts the week that followed the art walk…
Read MoreOn third Fridays every other month, the city’s French Quarter galleries opened doors to anyone strolling in off the streets…
Read MoreShe didn’t tell Lamar what she had actually seen in the woods till later that evening, in his studio…
Read More“If we’re going to do this,” Lamar said, “the best way is by water…”
Read MoreRon Holbrooke was strangling her…
Read MoreDark eyes, half-hid by the glare on his wire-frame glasses, and a bristly white mustache…
Read More“I don’t know how you can drink that in this heat,” Devin mused…
Read MoreLamar’s Rio slid into the lot of a dive on the edge of town, some three or four miles up Sixty-one…
Read MoreThe stranger thrust them on in short strokes, stabbing the creek with his paddle like a heron spearing fish…
Read MoreIt was nearing five o’clock and the breeze, muted here beneath the pines, carried the smell of the marsh…
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