The police had taped off one side of the street

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

Local politics lives and dies on two things

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

I saw my first dead body the summer we moved to Atlanta

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

Tell me again how you found this guy

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

The Disappearance of Alexa Sacchi

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