The Gardens of Digby Green: B.O.L. The pesky phone would ring as he was in the middle of typing a report. Marquez checked the screen. Jessup, in Alabama. Marquez chose to answer, rather than needing to listen to voice mail later. “The other day, you asked about a set of Alabama plates,”Jessup said, “and
The Gardens of Digby Green: Burger Joint If staying behind that truck by a vehicle or two worked as well as it did on television shows, he’d be safe enough. Traffic wasn’t too heavy, and Ray kept an eye on the green pickup. Maybe he should have driven his less conspicuous car. No, he
The Gardens of Digby Green: In Sight In his current cabin at the out-of-date motel where he paid its weekly rate in cash, Digby Green stuffed his clothes into a sports bag and one backpack. The fistfight with Tim had been a mistake. It didn’t matter at all that any word spreading about it