The Gardens of Digby Green: Big Marsh Ray zipped the body bag closed over the hollow-cheeked face of an aged veteran, who’d been found dead beneath a freeway overpass. He slid the bag from the autopsy table to a gurney and rolled that to the cooler wall. Opening door twenty-two, he transferred the corpse
The Gardens of Digby Green: Drone Crouching beside the body, Digby stripped it of jewelry and watch. He tucked the items inside the shoe and set that beside the corpse. A quick scan of the space showed him an abundance of sand burr plants. If he positioned Rosalie beneath one of the arms of
The Gardens of Digby Green: Fill Dirt Digby turned the truck and drove along the fence line until he reached piles of fill dirt that concealed his truck and actions. He’d enlarge this garden, a thing he’d never done before. “Dear Rosalie, we’re here.” Rosalie screamed. He swung the trowel, with its sharpened edge,
The Gardens of Digby Green: Trowel Handle “Hey, weren’t you listening to me? I told you to turn right.” “Yeah, lady, I heard you. Do you want me to run out of gas before you get there?” Rosalie glanced over. The gauge showed slightly less than a quarter tank. Maybe the truck didn’t get
The Gardens of Digby Green: Gas Gauge At an intersection between the mechanic’s shop and the Strip Shoppe, a traffic signal turned red. Digby’s anticipation climbed. He’d never before made two gardens while in the same city. But roses do better in the company of other roses… and who’d know? The light went green.