This time, I’m writing about Arty, Jerrica’s friend and supporter – and a retired detective who is recovering from his last (and hardest) case. Through today’s story, we glimpse at what his life was like before he landed in Jerrica’s neck of North Carolina.
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Morning Breather by Stephanie Pitcher Fishman
Foghorns cut through the silence of the overcast morning. Arty sat on the weathered front porch of his rented house gazing across the marina before him and slowly sipped his coffee. The bitter liquid burned as he swallowed, his throat sore from the effects of the whiskey used to chase away ghosts the night before.
His eyes bounced from one polished boat to another: Salty Mermaid, Seas the Day, Full of Ship.
Once beacons of dreams, the vessels now represented something different. He holstered his gun, picked up the case file, and whispered to himself, “Time to catch a killer.”
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