The Gardens of Digby Green: Tall Coke “I’ve had it with you.” Digby threw a punch to Tim’s jaw that shut him up and knocked him out. That solved one problem. Again, he was tempted to follow through and do the man in, but that would give him another problem. It was broad daylight,
The Gardens of Digby Green: Helicopter Pad Digby eased the delivery truck through the yard gate, backing it toward the area marked by stakes and string. He stopped within a foot of the target. The shorter the distance he had to distribute the massive load of pavers, the better. He stepped down, and shook
The Gardens of Digby Green: Bobcat While he waited for the forensics team, Jessup strung crime scene tape around the property perimeter. When he reached the witch hazel stand, he made a phone call to the city maintenance department, to request a Bobcat. Yanking the shrubs out by the roots would make access easier.
The Gardens of Digby Green: Naturalized Area For the next several minutes, what Jessup observed didn’t look much different than the behavior of any random dog turned loose in an unfamiliar yard. His deputy kept following a few steps behind the dog, and the sheriff shook his head. It seemed he was wasting his
The Gardens of Digby Green: Novice K-9 “Did your department bring in a cadaver dog?” The second question Detective Marquez posed during his phone call played like an ear worm in Sheriff Erwin Jessup’s brain. When the case began, last September, the county didn’t have a cadaver dog, and the previous county commissioner wouldn’t
The Gardens of Digby Green: Jurisdiction When the woman had left, Marquez opened the Maps app on his computer and typed in Hazel Green, Alabama. The coordinates showed a barely-there town on State Road 1. He shook his head. Was connecting with law enforcement in Madison County worthwhile, with a hunch this vague? He
The Gardens of Digby Green: Connection? Detective Marquez, typing the second page of his report on the disinterments at the vacant lot, was interrupted when a brown-skinned middle aged woman was ushered into his work area. He raised an eyebrow, and the lady cleared her throat. “My name’s Keziah Tibbins, and I, I gotta
The Gardens of Digby Green: Notice Bags of sand on pallets ranged along the far stretch of chain link fencing. Digby turned on the forklift and lowered the tines. He knew how much the job should take, but he’d load extra. The customer might have sloping ground to level. Digby chose the pallet with
The Gardens of Digby Green: Pavers Digby Green drove the delivery truck onto the Roseland Garden Supply lot. For the last week, he’d been stuck doing two-man jobs with Tim. Three of those days, they’d planted a lilac hedge around the grounds of a local nursing home. Tim not only had no use for
The Gardens of Digby Green: Menthol Mustache The following morning, Detective Marquez drove onto the vacant lot as the first rays of sunlight topped the gravel piles. His perimeter appeared undisturbed. Stepping from his car, he approached the barrier tape and planting.That someone would organize the miniature roses made a sort of weird sense,