Michael Foody

 
The window, the outside window, was made from the same two way mirror stuff as they have in interrogation rooms. It was Lettered in white and it caught the reflection of the snow and the white winter sky and it was difficult to read. It said Hazeltown Post Office. The detective had known the postal [...]

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He walked down the halls deliberately, he wanted to communicate with his walk. Almost a march. The walk it meant something. Business. It was brisk. He didn’t look at his feet. When he saw a coworker he smiled. He was courteous. But it wasn’t a warm smile. It was brief. It was an acknowledgement of [...]

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