Nov 15, 2012 | A Day In My Life
My days start early, at dawn or well before depending on the season. My husband, Barr, stirs awake beside me unless he’s already left for work or hasn’t even made it home yet. The hours of a police detective can get a little crazy even in a small town like Cadyville,...
Nov 14, 2012 | A Day In My Life
Dear Readers, I asked Marco to write a blog for you, but he declined, claiming he was a man of action, not words. (I think Abby Knight would agree.) But I did get him to sit down for an interview. Here is your peek into the workings of a hunky hot PI’s mind. Kate: I...
Nov 13, 2012 | A Day In My Life
I sleep where I want, and go where I want. But most of the time, I’m drawn to the Busy Place. That’s where Theodore works. The Busy Place doesn’t actually get busy until well into the afternoon. Someone unlocks the door, turns on the lights, starts up the machines...
Nov 12, 2012 | A Day In My Life
My husband Roger, my college-aged daughter Judy, and I came up to Breckenridge to have a nice relaxing ski vacation after the trouble with Enrique in Colorado Springs that almost ruined Roger’s and my marriage. But I don’t want to talk about that. You can read about...
Nov 8, 2012 | A Day In My Life
Actually, I must confess I don’t know that much about Beth’s days—I mean, those she doesn’t tell me about. My guess is hers aren’t so much different from other women who live alone. Well, not much different from other women who live alone and...
Nov 7, 2012 | A Day In My Life
Let me begin today’s lecture with a brief introduction. I am Professor James T. James, retired from my post as a university lecturer on 19th century English literature, and currently the manager of Pettistone’s Fine Books here in Brooklyn. I will not bore you with my...
