Three Green Notebooks Left in a Cedar Chest on Elm Street

” he said.

By one o’clock, the clouds had turned the color of wet slate.

I walked to the church parking lot to return a box of old library records, and that was where I saw them.

Gale and Russell were standing by Russell’s dark sedan, talking in low, hurried whispers near the back door.

Russell was talking rapidly, his eyes scanning the empty lot before continue reading …