The Gardens of Digby Green: Flu Bug Rose’s red calendar lay open on the kitchen table. Ray chucked the ad circulars into the waste basket, and reached for his wife’s purse. Dropping into a chair and opening her business checkbook, he tore out a deposit slip, to use with the payment a customer had
The Gardens of Digby Green: Mailbox He’d ridden back to the morgue parking lot with Marquez, who had waited until Ray started the engine of his Buick. Ray let the car idle for a while. What to do now? Ray sighed, put the car in Reverse, and left the lot. Driving aimlessly, Ray found
The Gardens of Digby Green: Whistler’s Woods “Bixby,” Ray muttered as he parked the work van alongside the woods. He’d never gotten along as well with the man as he had Marquez. The sergeant, uneasy enough to pace and lick his lips, met Ray at the opening of what looked like a deer trail,
The Gardens of Digby Green: Perplexing Letters Ray pulled into his usual space behind the morgue and turned off the Buick’s engine. It ticked as it cooled, too much like a clock, and emphasized that his Rose was still missing. He mopped his damp eyes, and got out of the car. While swiping his