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Chapter 2
A heartless blue October sky screamed silently at the outside of my window shades. It had plans for me and didn’t appreciate being ignored. I almost made it back to sleep when the warning beeps of a school bus blocked … Continue reading
Chapter 3
The last place my missing person was seen was in Boston, so I headed north. I read the attachments on my client’s email as I sat in traffic on the Southeast Expressway. The .pdf labeled: ‘police record’ was not an … Continue reading
Chapter 4
“Send him in…” Standing in the outer office of the Department of Advanced Anthropology and Cultural Semiotics, I didn’t feel out of place. Not like when I applied for a position as a personal trainer at a suburban health club. … Continue reading
Chapter 5
Though there was still ninety minutes to nightfall, the sun had clearly lost the upper hand. The sky was a rusty orange as the clouds on the western horizon gorged themselves on the last of the day’s supply of light. … Continue reading
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Chapter 6
Leverkusen, Germany Present Day “Herr. Schader, Line 04, please.” Warin Schader stood up and turned from his desk and the wall of windows overlooking the sporting arenas that lined on side of the A1 motorway like medieval battlements. The largest … Continue reading
Chapter 8
Post offices, easily the most ubiquitous symbols of modern culture, project a sense of civic order in even the smallest of towns. They accomplish this by the simple expedient of having a lobby. More often then not, this lobby is … Continue reading
Chapter 9
I felt like the surviving pilot after a midnight air raid as I pulled into my twice-empty two car garage. Before I shut off the engine, I called Hazel. She didn’t pick up. I left a message, asking her to come … Continue reading
Chapter 10
Starr watched distant headlights grow in the rearview mirror and willed herself to believe that it was only a truck. A tractor-trailer making its purposeful, but anonymous, way across the country. Only this and nothing more. The rising sun cast … Continue reading
Chapter 11
After 3 hours of playing catch-up writing case-notes, I decided to walk down to the Bottom of the Sea Strip Club and Lounge for lunch. I asked my admin, Hazel, if she cared to join me. She looked down at … Continue reading
Chapter 12
“Please come in and make yourself comfortable, Mrs. Prendergast will join us shortly.” Robert Langford stood in the doorway of a library that shouted ‘Old Money, Unlimited Privilege’; in a tastefully muted tone, of course. After shaking my hand he … Continue reading
the Case of the Missing Starr 