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Pushing through the glass doors of Devon’s that familiar strip club odor hits me like a slap in the face. I stop for a second and breathe deep, taking it in. I know that this is the last time that I will be in this place, and I want to remember it. The smell is composed of smoke from cigars and cigarettes and overlaid with, the favorite perfume of dancers across the country, Victoria’s Secret Angels. By itself and on the right woman, Angels is a very intoxicating fragrance, but in mass quanti...

5 As I walk across the rain soaked lawn between the shed and the cabin a thought occurs to me that stops me in my tracks. If Coreman knows that there’s a chance that I might stick my head up, would he start to put pressure on my family? Ever since the initial investigation of my disappearance no one has been in contact with my family. The only time that I’ve seen my family in the last seven years was for my mother’s funeral. My mother died very quietly in our home. My father has enough pull a...

2 I run into the bedroom and shake the lump of covers in the middle of the bed, a little less gently this time. “Monique, wake up.” I say loudly.“Wha… What? Why are you waking me up like this?” she asks with more than a little hint of irritation in her voice. I know, right now, this conversation is not going to go well. Fuck it, I’ve got to go. “Are you getting up for work or not?’ “No, I’m going to take the night off and rest. Why?” She rolls over and plucks a dirty ashtray off of the nights...

Mary kisses me on the cheek, crosses the hall and stops. She turns and looks at me holding myself up on the wall and says, “Thank you for coming.” I look at her and ask, “Was there ever a question?” “No, I guess not. I just know how you feel about hospitals.’ She looks down then pushes the curtain back and steps back to Jeff’s bedside. I look at the ground, close my eyes and take a deep breath. I turn toward the curtain. I see that there are clouds, clowns and balloons printed on it, faded bu...

1 Five thirty on a Saturday afternoon. It’s about that time. I hate this. I get up from the recliner and brush the wrinkles out of my blue shirt and yellow tie. I pull on my navy chinos that I’m wearing and grunt as I see that they are terribly wrinkled. I’m going to have to change them before work. Damn. I guess that I dozed off watching the baseball game. Well, baseball will do that to you, especially when your team is ten games out of the lead in their division and it’s not even Father’s D...