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The Woodsman

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Jerry parked the 1979 Dodge D50, painted yellow, at the end of a sandy embankment leading to the water’s edge of the Pensacola Bay. An outcrop of trees and brush provided privacy of the surrounding area. He stepped out into the golden glow of the morning sun, the December air still crisp, at least by […]

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Killer Nashville

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What a great writer’s conference. I met with hundreds of other writers, a few agents, and gained so many new friends. This was a great experience for me and I learned so much about the written word. I’m looking forward to attending again next year.

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Case Closed

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Detective Harry Crenshaw glanced at the pamphlet one more time. Tonight was his last day as a homicide detective. By this time tomorrow he’d be drinking rum and coke in the Bahamas. He couldn’t remember the last time he went on a vacation. He’d lost his wife a year ago … not to cancer or […]