Three Green Notebooks Left in a Cedar Chest on Elm Street

from me,” Frank said, turning to leave through the back exit.

I stood alone in the quiet office, the sound of the steam pipes the only company left.

At half past five, the dusk was settling over Elm Street, turning the fallen oak leaves on my driveway a dark, bruised purple.

Arthur was standing on a stepladder by my garage, his gloved hands pulling a continue reading …