13Oct “I want everyone to behave themselves,” Anson Verhoeven warned from behind the counter. His white Amish beard quivered when he spoke. He looked to be pushing 90. He breathed through his mouth and stared worriedly over the rim of his glasses at the three of us in his shop. There were two men at the register. Verhoeven had wrapped something for them in gray … Continue reading A man who could make magic
29Sep I could tell it was serious by the tone of her voice. I followed Lieutenant Miller to her office, where Craig Hammond, my old partner, was waiting in one of the chairs. His block head had lost a little more hair than when we started running homicides together. But other than that he was basically the same. “Craig.” I shut the door behind me. … Continue reading Who keeps a shotgun in the bathroom?