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Naomi Fisher came in at high tide on the
last Sunday of August, still wearing the scorched blue dress she’d been murdered
in. When the waves s..
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When the sun had slipped beneath the
ocean and the police more-or-less declared martial law on Abraboca Beach, I sat
with Lawson at the bar, drownin..
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The days that followed were filled with
a pitiful imitation of detective work mixed with pathetic attempts at
functional sobriety. I had failed Bern..
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A light rain drizzled down on us as the Constable led me into the station with my hands cuffed behind me. At some
point, she had put her gun away and..
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Three days before he burst into flame
and fell into the river, I found Bernie Lutz in the barracks with tears in his
eyes and red in his cheeks. My ..
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The door was ajar.
That much gave me pause. For the first time since setting foot in
Abraboca, I felt the smallest sliver of humanity run down m..
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Once upon a time in France, there was
sky that shrieked with fire and whispered with rain. In that sky, sitting in a
big, lumbering bird made of met..
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The headline read: CHURCH OF ABRABOCA GOES DOWN IN FLAMES.
As soon as I got to the part about secular arsonists, I almost threw the thing
away out o..
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In 1921, a young girl is found burnt and bloodied on the shore of coastal New Hampshire, igniting a mystery that heralds the return of sinister, primo..
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