3 The police had taped off one side of the street. A patrolman directed a white delivery van around, and it slowed as I passed. Someone had hand-painted an irregular box on the asphalt in front of the grocer, twice as long as the van, with three-foot letters that looked like they were drawn in crayon. NO PArKInG. Red paper lanterns hung over the road … Continue reading The police had taped off one side of the street
2 It was like walking into a convention. The door at the back opened to a busy lecture hall. Stepwise rows of long tables faced the white boards at the front. The folks scattered about the chairs were looking at their phones or talking to each other in hushed voices while the single speaker, a full-figured black woman in a maroon dress suit, pointed to … Continue reading Local politics lives and dies on two things
1 I saw my first dead body the summer we moved to Atlanta. We’d been living in Greenville with my mom’s second husband when one day he up and left. Terence. That was his name. But no one called him that, not even when they were mad. They didn’t dare. Everyone called him “BeeGee,” for Big Goon. There was a Little Goon too, once upon … Continue reading I saw my first dead body the summer we moved to Atlanta
16Oct I had lunch at his bistro, out in the hip part of Brooklyn. That set me back a nice chunk of cash. Craziest menu I’ve ever seen, too. Shit like smoked quail eggs in cubes of maple gelatin. Or fondue of pig’s blood reduction — whatever that is — served with maize fritters. Or a test tube set of chilled teas, arranged from light green to dark brown … Continue reading Tell me again how you found this guy
22Oct “I said, he’s not here,” the nurse stressed. I motioned back to the narrow waiting room, whose handful of occupants were watching me out of the corners of their eyes like school kids afraid to be called on in class. “So none of these patients are his?” “Dr. Caldwell has taken Dr. More’s patients while he’s on sabbatical.” She was around 60 and work no … Continue reading But not too late for what?
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
04Oct I sat in the car for a good fifteen or twenty minutes. The Cormack’s teenage daughter was flirting loudly with a neighborhood boy on the front lawn. She was around sixteen or so, not much over five feet with blonde hair, a baby face, and growing hips. It was chilly out, and both her and the boy had their sweatshirts zipped and hoods up. … Continue reading Just don’t let your mom see
01Oct It was only later that I came across Detective King and the Albert Fish case, and all the others the department conveniently files under the same heading — which is to say I didn’t start my career as the NYPD’s resident occultist. And I can’t say I ever intended that. It’s not like you know where you’ll end up when you step off the straight and … Continue reading The Disappearance of Alexa Sacchi
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?
28Sep “Are you sure this is legal?” she asked as the key went into the door with a stutter. The lock clicked and the young woman with the afro swung open the door. I stepped into the condo. There was a white Turkish sofa with throw pillows, a fancy rug on the hardwood, a TV stand with no TV. The small kitchen table in the … Continue reading Are you sure this is legal?