The Gardens of Digby Green: Perimeter When Marquez entered the audio/video room, Bixby and a tech were sharpening video images for the facial recognition program. It took four tries before Bixby was satisfied, then Marquez handed the memory chip to the technician. “This is drone video footage,” he said. “The images I want to
The Gardens of Digby Green: Evidence Bubba and Joe walked into the police station, and approached the woman at the first desk they saw. Joe cleared his throat. “We want to talk to a detective.” “Take a seat over there,” she said, tilting her head toward a hard bench along one wall. She picked
The Gardens of Digby Green: Taking Steps “Then I want to talk to that man,” Ray announced. Where can I find him?” “He’s currently out on a two-man job across town with our main delivery driver. They left here ten minutes ago.” The manager leaned forward in his chair and stared Ray in the
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
The Gardens of Digby Green: Synonyms Digby cruised the forklift through the Garden Center parking lot, headed for the pallet of bagged manure. He’d been out on a delivery when another employee positioned the pallet behind the building. As he steered the forklift around the final turn, a customer pulled into his path, and parked
The Gardens of Digby Green: Bring Spring Home On his way back into town, Digby pulled into the first self-service carwash he saw. The visits to his new gardens had left the truck dusty, and odds were good his boss at the Garden Center would gripe about that. Since most people rarely chose a
The Gardens of Digby Green: Further Notice Connie, Jo, and Christine stood clustered in front of Christine’s car in the back lot of Rose’s Roses. “Everybody feels better at my house,” Connie said, “so I hurried over here to help Rose. She’s been mentioning she wanted help to set up Mother’s Day displays.” The