The door opened, and the collection of little dried bones rattled softly. Alice looked up to where they hung, tied together by lengths of fishing wire..
Rick scraped the gooey remains of his pancakes onto his fork. The path from plate to mouth was precarious, as he raised the syrup-laden utensil upward..
The humidity was horrendous. Their black Buick sucked in the heat so effectively that the air conditioning could barely keep up. Rick had rolled down ..
People turned to many different things to help them through their grieving processes. For mrs. Mandarin, her coping mechanism seemed to exist in her e..
Kingston as a town was about as mentally stimulating as watching grass grow. The people obviously weren't as green, in fact they were so set in their ..
The yellow tape in front of her was garish. The black-inked "do not cross" clashed oddly, but Alice thought it went along better with the morbidity on..
Transferred for personal reasons to the deep south, detective Alice Burgton must face forces in a homicide case that will make her question the line b..
She was aware of three things. One. There was a solution to every problem, when looked at from the right angle. Two. Once she found that solution, she..