I followed the smell into the kitchen. Where  Brenda stood at the stove frying up some bacon and eggs.

“Smells good hun.” As  I  headed for the bathroom. I came back into the kitchen a few minutes later partly dressed. Taking my usual chair at the small round kitchen table. I poured myself a cup of coffee.

 By now Brenda had finished the frying and handed me a plate of food.

 While we ate  I turned on the sm...

 I quickly dismissed that idea that I was seen going down to the holding cells with Bob. It wasn’t something I’d done before. No one down there would recognize me. It had to be someone he talked...

 I  was on the ...

 While the sun had long ago peeked through the blinds in our bedroom window.

 I didn’t move. I didn't move for some time. Finely the call of nature way too much for me to ignore. Having done that . I made my way to the kitchen. Within a few minutes, the smell of coffee  filled the small bungalow 

While I nursed my first cup of coffee waiting for it to cool down enough to drink.

The scrap of paper  I found on the table became a list of names. The first name...

 The smell of rain was still in the air.

 A quick glance out the window told it had rained hard. 

 While I did morning stuff I considered the progress we’d made yesterday.

 In some ways it had been a lot. 

But on the more basic level as to who killed Emma Hardy and why. 

I was still clueless.

 But I had more people to check out. Which is what the program was for today.

  I had given the list of names Lane ha...

I woke up to the sun cutting strips of light and dark through the venation blinds that we’d pulled down last night to keep the world out.

Last night Brenada and I had talked until long past dark. Then we’d reconnected again as only we could.  

I lay in the bed staring at the ceiling. The sound of Brenda breathing next to me was comforting. Glancing over at her  I noticed she never did get back up and put on her nigh...

Looking at the other side of the bed. I saw the covers rolled back where Brenda had gotten up before me. Something that didn't happen too often. I lay still for a moment. Then it came back to me. I’d been up all night at Lens’ Printing office. Looking at my hands, the tell tale stain of black ink proved I wasn’t imagining it.  I considered going back to sleep. But I knew that was impossible. Sensing a movement I shifted my eyes towar...

Among them, the ringing of my phone at seven in the morning.

The ringing of the phone had pulled me from my much needed sleep.

 I recognized the voice on the other end as Bob.

“Yeah what you want at this hour of the morning?” I grumbled as I pushed back the blankets and tried to sit up in bed.

“Caption wants you up here first thing this morning.”

“The caption, what's he...