Let me begin my story by saying that those in my line of work neither seek nor prefer being in the spotlight for any reason.

People like me are happy to live in the past and preserve the books and icons of our history, items that were commonplace to those who came before us and were precursors to what we have today.

Every day that I maintain my impenetrabl...

The statue of Mick Righteous was intended to be a general interest to visitors to the Middle Valley area, perhaps not a great draw in and of itself, but one of several reasons that might influence people to stop and visit. It was financed by donations, primarily the well-heeled (I remember since I drove Mayor Charlotte and Bernie around) and those who were fans of Mick’s musi...

So, how was my night at the Riverside, you may ask?

I received the call from Bitsy – urgent, as usual. (Why is everything always urgent with her? My goodness.)

Something big was happening, I knew that much. Bitsy filled me in on some of the commotion at the docks earlier that day and, from the sound of things, Cassie had been involved in all of it...

The guard tells me that Bernie will be here to visit me in a few minutes.

“Oh, good! That’s great!”

Anxious as I am, I’m looking forward to talking to him. I can hear Armand rustling. He must have overheard.

Suddenly, he erupts.

“You ##### criminal, nothing but a ###### excuse for a cop.”

‘Shut up!” I yell in his d...

The next morning we drive to the jail and obtain permission to talk to both Armand and Sheriff Paul. Our request to have them separated so we could talk to each of them more privately was denied, which means this is going to give me a headache.

First up: Armand.

“You’ve been on the run for quite a while,” I say to him. “Then, the boat. Where were you plan...