“Scorched Earth” by Laura Boss
Brother Tomás watched the red tail hawk slowly circle overhead. . .
Brother Tomás watched the red tail hawk slowly circle overhead. . .
Old Mr. Willman’s head twitched, and with some difficulty he pointed an arthritic finger at the gigantic oak tree with the peeling bark. . .
They found Clarette on her porch that morning, a wax figure in her robe, barefoot and clutching a nearly spent half-pint of brandy. . .
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The orange line. Change to the red line. They’re there. Sitting, standing, giving me the quick, disdain laced glances reserved for work booted laborers with tormented hands. . .
When you grow up in Springfield, Illinois, you’ve heard the stories about Paul Powell and the concealed cash stash. . .
It started when she was quite young. . .
Detective Harry Crenshaw glanced at the pamphlet one more time. . .