The Daily Novel

EPILOG
For the record, the turducken was delicious, and the consensus at the table was that being shot at increases the appetite.
Congressman William Graves or, more correctly, former Congressman Graves entered a plea of guilty to manslaughter and was sentenced to serve his time at the medium security facility in LaGrange, Kentucky. Todd Grayson, in response [...]

CHAPTER XXVII
“I insist,” Fritz said.
“I don’t like it up there,” Gloria replied.
“Well, then, humor me,” Fritz pleaded. “I promise you’ve never smelled the place like it’ll be smelling this morning. Please. We’ll just pull it out, see if it needs to be draped with foil, then put it back. It won’t take a second.”
Fritz was [...]

CHAPTER XXVI
“What the hell is a turducken?” Gloria yelled from one of the bedrooms. She was putting out fresh towels and making sure the rooms were ready for company. Fritz had called to inform them that he was bringing a culinary triumph for their Thanksgiving meal. He instructed Harlan to have his oven ready to [...]

CHAPTER XXV
One of the many, many things that no one knew about Agnes Morehouse was that she had an astrologer she consulted regularly, had for the past fifteen years. She had always wondered about such things, particularly when it came out that Nancy Reagan had used an astrologer and her husband had listened to the [...]

CHAPTER XXIV
Gloria’s heads-up call to Bobbie led Bobbie to have a conference with her editor. They agreed to have a reporter, with camera, discreetly stalk the principals in Elizabethtown—the prosecutor, the sheriff, and the detective. They also had their Washington Bureau keep close tabs on the Congressman’s travel schedule. They surmised that the arrest would [...]

CHAPTER XXIII
Todd Grayson was finishing up a briefing session with his boss, the elected Commonwealth’s Attorney. He had kept him minimally informed on the whisky barrel case, telling him just enough to allow him to be ‘fully’ informed, but not enough to get him into political hot water should the case ever move forward. At [...]

CHAPTER XXII
“He is going to get away with it—you just watch,” Gloria declared.
Harlan was just coming in from the porch and was hanging his coat and hat on a peg next to the door. Gloria had the TV on to CNN and was watching the crawling headlines across the bottom.
“This thing has fallen out of [...]

CHAPTER XXI
Harlan had pulled the blue tarp off of the motorcycle so Shelby Logan could see it and admire it.
“So you completely redid the thing yourself?” Logan asked as he circled the machine.
“Mostly,” Harlan answered. “I mean, I sent various pieces off to be sand-blasted and painted. I didn’t do the painting. And I have [...]

CHAPTER XX
Bobbie answered the door at Fritz’s house Monday night, apron tied around her waist and paring knife—or the surgical equivalent—in one hand.
“Well, if it isn’t the mystery couple on the motorcycle,” she said looking past them as if scanning for the motorcycle. “C’mon in.”
Harlan and Gloria both glanced back over their shoulders. It would [...]

CHAPTER XIX
Maybe no one is absolutely stable. Maybe stability is circumstantial and, given the right circumstances, anyone could find himself stumbling across the line that marks his own stable space. That line of demarcation might even shift with changes in circumstances, the kind of shift that causes people to say, “Well, you know, he’s fragile [...]