
by Lorie Lewis Ham
I asked Kevin when Jim would be working again. He said Jim wouldn’t be back until tomorrow night’s graveyard shift. I intended to come back and talk with him, though I didn’t seriously consider him a suspect…

by Lorie Lewis Ham
By the time we finished lunch, it was nearly dinnertime and the park was beginning to hum with activity. Ready to take on the task of the food booths, it hit me that I hadn’t told anyone about the arguments I’d overheard.

by Lorie Lewis Ham
Police and reserve officers cleared the scene and enclosed the area with police tape. Detective Reagan knelt beside the body, his large frame shadowing Toews. The parade, to my surprise, seemed to be continuing.

by Lorie Lewis Ham
Lola detoured me to the food with very little effort. We took our tacos back to her booth and she continued to work in between bites. My mind kept wandering back to the Martinez family and their problems…