Ghost of a Chance
“It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining, there were big fluffy white clouds in the sky, and sparrows were flickering in and out of the trees in Faye’s yard.Rhodes got out of the car and looked down the driveway at the garage. The door was up, and Rhodes could see the rear end of Faye’s car, a seven-year-old Pontiac.“Sheriff Rhodes,” someone called. “Are you Sheriff Rhodes?”Rhodes turned around and saw a woman coming across the street. She was wrapped up in a purple flannel housecoat and wore fuzzy pink slippers. She had a coffee cup in one hand and a cigarette in the other.“Are you Sheriff Rhodes?” she asked again when she reached him.“That’s me,” he said. “How can I help you?”“I’ve seen your picture in the paper. I thought I recognized you, but I wanted to be sure. I’m Melva Keeler, and I live across the street there.”She pointed with her cigarette, and Rhodes looked over at a dilapidated frame house that didn’t appear to have been painted since his Edsel was new.And Melva Keeler... appeared to have been living there at least that long and probably longer.MoreLess
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