Darla noticed him watching her while she was at the gas pump. Beneath the flaring blue lights of the overhang, she caught his reflection in the back window of her car as he walked behind her. Black eyes. Hat low across his forehead. He darted a look at her as he passed between the pumps. … Continue reading Nighttime Terrors
A body has been discovered dead in the drive at the Club St. Claire. William Jay tells the story of what happened years ago on a fateful night deep in the swamps of Louisiana.
William Jay has come to the club St. Claire not only to reminisce about his life in the Louisiana swamps during the Roaring Twenties when the booze needed to be hidden and the men weren't always what they seemed; he has come to make his confession. "Part of the story," he tells his dinner partner, "you already know..."
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