Yellow Ceramic Mug and Red Silk Scarf in a Red Buick

Raymond,” I said.

He took off his wire-rimmed glasses and used his linen handkerchief to clean the lenses, his movements deliberate and slow.

“Julian was in town yesterday morning,” Raymond said, not looking up from his glasses. “His blue sedan was parked behind the commercial registry office on Broad Street for two hours.”

I held my paintbrush still,continue reading …