Patience

Patience calls the locals yammerheads and whispers village gossip into the ears of babies while they sleep.

Conspiracy

Bert pushed her gently away, looked into the big blue eyes sparkling with unshed tears and then pulled her closer, placing a gentle but audible kiss on the top of her head.

School of Life

A small scar intersects his top lip on the left and another angles across his lined forehead. His hair is still thick, the dark blonde mostly shot through with grey. His name isn’t Jack, but that’s what he’s been called for most of his life.

Chapter One

This was the third time they’d had this conversation, the first one being only 8 weeks after an anonymous tip had led to the discovery of a hand buried in a pile of snow behind a dumpster downtown.