The man came into the waiting room of the attorney’s office, stray flakes of snow blowing in behind him as he closed the big wooden door. “Can I help you?” the receptionist asked brightly. “Is Mr. Jeffers available? I was… Continue Reading
I remember the day I moved in across the street from Jack Mounds. The moving men had just started loading their dollies and blankets back into the now-cavernous truck when some of my new neighbors came over bearing baskets. Mrs.… Continue Reading
John Ramos tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, staring at the line of red taillights ahead. He was stopped on U.S. 219, headed south through McHenry, a long line of traffic before him. John thought he could make out… Continue Reading
The man blurred into existence behind the dense shrubs, and checked a small device he took from his pocket. Since time and date seemed correct, he straightened his sports coat and stepped from behind the bushes. College students in rugby… Continue Reading