To Know a Veil (or: To Noah Vale), Part Three

11 Idora didn’t understand why we should have to go to the funeral. She hadn’t seen Noah in years, nor did she have any idea that I had been working for him or that I’d developed any sort of connection to his late fiancĂ©e, so I could understand why she was upset over having toContinue reading “To Know a Veil (or: To Noah Vale), Part Three”

To Know a Veil (or: To Noah Vale), Part Two

4 Sitting on a park bench with one manila folder tucked under my arm, I bet I had worse cottonmouth than even Patrick Lysey, what with the layer of Tums chalk coating my tongue and cheeks. Still, the area right under my belt felt no better, and I’d gotten nowhere with me and the detective’sContinue reading “To Know a Veil (or: To Noah Vale), Part Two”