Written by RF Wilson – Detective Winston Fair is investigating the disappearance of Phyllis Rivers, a partner in the real estate firm of Nyswanger and Rivers. She was last seen leaving her office to show an old house in the northern reaches of the county. In the course of hisContinue Reading
Written by RF Wilson – Detective Winston Fair is investigating the disappearance of Phyllis Rivers, a partner in the real estate firm of Nyswanger and Rivers. She was last seen leaving her office to show an old house in the northern reaches of the county. In the course of his investigation,Continue Reading
Written by RF Wilson – This is the first installment in a five part series. Part One. Thursday, 9:00 a.m. The storms which passed through the night before had left the morning air as clean and crisp as the detective’s white shirt. He had to maneuver among fallen tree limbs toContinue Reading
Written by RF Wilson – Isaac Chernov kissed his wife, Zela, on the cheek. “See you in a while.” “When do you think that will be?” she asked. “There’ll be a lengthy debriefing afterwards, I’m sure. Back by dinner, anyway.” “You nervous?” she asked. “Excited. I image it’s like whatContinue Reading
Written by RF Wilson – When the snow began to melt on the north side of the ridge that March, he knew he had to get busy. Although still covered with a two-foot deep blanket of white, he sensed the ground welling up under his feet. Soon the high meadowContinue Reading
Written by RF Wilson – He hefted the wine bag and held the back door open while she carried the groceries into the kitchen. He followed her in and put the bottles in the rack. “You fixing the chicken?” she asked. “Only if you don’t want to.” “Then will youContinue Reading
Written by RF Wilson – The other side of the bed was vacant. I listened for sounds in the bathroom and the kitchen, got up and skulked around the apartment. I looked out on the landing thinking maybe she’d gone out for a smoke. In the kitchen, I pushed theContinue Reading
Written by RF Wilson – Sheila Magnuson, a barista at Mean Beans Cafe, was on a break when she noticed that Sam was missing. Sam was a neighborhood icon, always seen seated on a chair outside the front door of the Downtown Gentlemen’s Store. He looked like a life-sized Cabbage PatchContinue Reading
Written by RF Wilson – “Ya know, some people swear this house is haunted,” the man said to his companion as they pushed through sprawling boxwoods that had begun to conquer the front walk. On the phone, she had introduced herself as Phyllis Nyswander of the real estate firm Nyswander andContinue Reading
