Mar 25, 2017 | A Day In My Life
New York City, 1952 It begins like any other day in my life of crime; breakfast at Pete’s Luncheonette, a countertop joint where Doris—the waitress who’s been there as long as the linoleum—pours the best cuppa coffee in New York. We make a little small talk, she...
Mar 24, 2017 | A Day In My Life
Fina punched the address into her phone and waited for the navigation to begin. She’d recently changed the voice to an Australian man who sounded less judgy than the Brit before. She’d never been to the Anchor, a dive bar slash seafood restaurant a few streets from...
Mar 23, 2017 | A Day In My Life
Cornelia Pettijohn’s morning went downhill in a hurry. Mr. Scroggins had shown up at her door with a feed sack full of mason jars, filled with illegal supplements to Theodora’s “prescribed” medicinal alcohol. Teddy had always enjoyed a nip at the end of a long day,...
Mar 22, 2017 | A Day In My Life
Dear Douglas, Take this job and shove it! Love, Myra Leaning back in my swivel chair, I stared at the words on my computer screen. My friend Gwen was right. It was cathartic to type them out, even if I’d never actually say them or send them. It’s silly to burn...
Mar 21, 2017 | A Day In My Life
Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer, do . . . It’s hard to that believe kidnapping wasn’t a national offense until 1932, when President Hoover signed it into law. Until then, authority was held at the state level, which is why these Baby Alice Spenser case notes are so...
