Stories of Crime

And Rain Will Fall Sandy looked at the clouds and dreamed, but what good were dreams? 'God knows just ain't no use hanging round here no more. I'm going to get my ass out. I ain't nothing but a piece of dirt trying to find a reason for being on this earth ' The Twist Murders "I say, it is hot isn't it?" A blood-curdling scream followed, resonating shrilly as it spiraled around the Cathedral steeple and bounced off of Mesdames Pontalva building so hard it nearly shattered the hat on Jackson's statue. 308 Windsong Crimes can happen anyplace but hardly ever in the Garden District of Fairville, Georgia with its manicured lawns and bible toting, Sunday go to meeting folks. The town's Chief of Police, Keddler is fast losing his reputation. Until now he's been their poor man's John Wayne hero. "Something has got to be done "