DoomBloggle

On Monday morning, Mr. Garrity told Jack Planter that he had one week. “One week.” Mr. Garrity wore custom-tailored suits and a gold pocket watch, and looked like he should constantly be chewing on a cigar. “You have one week to prove you deserve a job here.” Jack, who’d started his day drinking coffee and…

The notice appeared on Tuesday morning. It was there when Penny carried her cup of coffee out to check on her vegetable garden. She kept the garden in the front yard. The plants got more sun there, and it kept the seedlings safe from Stella, who would eat the ones that smelled delicious and just…

  I didn’t know Annie Tidwell before it all happened. I didn’t know about Hemingway, or the books, or any of it. You might say that my ignorance got me hired, the day I asked about the CLERK WANTED sign at Ogden’s books. Bernice, the owner, looked me over. She had the vague, airy sort…

“Oh, look,” Angie said. “Another suspiciously corpse-shaped bundle. What’s that, the third one in two months?” Kate looked back across the backyard at the bundle on the neighbors’ patio. It did seem suspiciously corpse-shaped, just like the others. A bit over six feet long, slightly wider at one end, wrapped in tarps. “What do you…