“That’s interesting news indeed,” I said, sitting at the table, “the victim owning a weapon identical to the murder weapon.” I skewered Amber with a pointed look, or would have if she had been paying me any attention at all. … Continue reading
I apologize for the shortness of this update, but there’s a long bit in the next update I didn’t want to break up.
This weekend, I’m probably going to be able to build up some buffer, a luxury that I haven’t had in a while. I’m also planning to make a batch of ginger beer (you may recall that I did so last … Continue reading
She raised an eyebrow at me. “Dramatic, I admit, and it isn’t more than informed speculation, but it serves for the sake of the argument,” I said. “McKenzie had little to live for and one man the target of his … Continue reading
I don’t know if I mentioned this, but I recently got the WordPress auto-update feature working, and that’s extra maintenance I don’t have to do. Since writing is a hobby I only get to work on after my day job, … Continue reading
That I wrote down with more excitement, though I kept it from my face and my voice. “Could you speak to his mental state?” “He’d thrown himself into his work for a few weeks,” replied Culpert. “Two years ago yesterday … Continue reading
When I go back to edit this story, I’m going to have to make sure my timeline for McKenzie’s past lines up entry-to-entry. A real mystery writer would have had that planned out ahead of time, but as a writer … Continue reading
We crossed the street. “Might it not be wise,” I said, holding the door into the building for Amber, “to cast a wider net for gun dealers?” She shrugged. “Why do the extra work before we have a better idea? … Continue reading
Whenever I’m typing casually, I render this title ‘A Jump to Conclusions’, as standard rules of title case would require. Whenever I’m titling posts here, I can’t help but leave the ‘to’ capitalized. This is strange, since I was okay … Continue reading
“We had an argument. Arguments,” Heath said. “For the last two months. Last week, she left to stay with family. My doorman knows my face. He’ll tell you I never left home.” “I suppose I’ll have to speak with him. … Continue reading
