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A Yellow Bird and Bones, Part 1
By the end of last Summer, I’d already had more cases than I could deal with. The ordeal with the Phoenix family kind of set the tone for the rest of my vacation, which ended up being week after week...
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A Yellow Bird and Bones, Part 2
Gerry and I were in complete darkness. I couldn’t see his reactions, but I could sense his reticence. He didn’t want to go into detail, but I had to have him try. “I know it’s hard, but can you tell me...
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A Yellow Bird and Bones, Part 3
On Sunday afternoon, Gerry and I were standing in front of his house. There were at least 3 acres spreading out around the property in any direction. Thickets lined the edges. Beyond them, the tops of...
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A Yellow Bird and Bones, Part 4
We spent the rest of Sunday night watching TV. My plan for the next day was simple, possibly dangerous, but it depended on just how desperate Gerry’s stepfather, Norcross, was if we caught him at his...
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