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 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 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 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 XVII
When the sensational tape of the discovery of the body in the barrel started running nearly non-stop on the network that owned it, and on the news affiliate that was owned by the same umbrella corporation, everybody sent at least a reporter to Kentucky. Most sent camera crews as well. The flurry died quickly [...]

CHAPTER XVI
Shelby Logan, the Commonwealth’s Detective, entered Grayson’s office less than ten minutes after the three men had departed. He was a fair-skinned, sandy-haired man, somewhat overweight and with a complexion that signaled either high blood pressure or heavy drinking, although actually, neither was the case—he just had that sort of complexion. It did work [...]

CHAPTER XVI
Shelby Logan, the Commonwealth’s Detective, entered Grayson’s office less than ten minutes after the three men had departed. He was a fair-skinned, sandy-haired man, somewhat overweight and with a complexion that signaled either high blood pressure or heavy drinking, although actually, neither was the case—he just had that sort of complexion. It did work [...]

CHAPTER XV
Todd Grayson was thirty-six years old. His hair was in the same short, flat-top style he had been sporting since high school, with a little baldness beginning to take over the center of his head. He wore a short-sleeve white shirt with button-down collar and a dark, thin necktie. His glasses were dark-framed and, [...]

CHAPTER XIV
Fuller resented the very idea that he no longer had a crew of henchmen he could call on for small assignments. That went away when he retired from the distillery. Oh, there were people he could reach out for, people who owed favors and who could have handled tonight’s little piece of business. Fuller [...]