Stay with the classics

Thumbing though her tattered Lisa Frank Trapper Keeper, Elise muttered to herself. “This job screams, ‘classic’,” she said. “But, he doesn’t want ordinary.” Filled to overflowing with a sundry of keepsakes - handwritten notes, old newspaper clippings, yellowed photographs, movie tickets - the binder was Elise’s manual of mayhem. It was where she kept all … Continue reading Stay with the classics

Drawing blood

Previously: Paisley, rosemary, and time A half-eaten deli sub, still partially wrapped in its butcher paper sleeve, lay bleeding olive oil on Det. Sean Webster’s desk. His rumpled shirt and tie were splattered with the greasy effluence and tiny orts of focaccia dotted the thighs of his dark, too-tight pants. June Chapel sat across from … Continue reading Drawing blood

You don’t know, what you don’t know

Previously: Paisley, rosemary, and time Alone in a gloomy room, furnished with a graffiti-etched table and four stained office chairs, Paisley sat the table with a can of flat soda and a bag of stale potato chips. Across the room from her was a large one-way mirror. Watching the girl was a homicide detective and … Continue reading You don’t know, what you don’t know