Believe Me
J. P. Delaney
"The policewoman takes me to One Police Plaza, where I wait in a small, stale room on the eighth floor."
"The policewoman takes me to One Police Plaza, where I wait in a small, stale room on the eighth floor."
"Three hours along, I stood at the staging area, talking to Detective Jeremy Bischoff of Oakland PD Homicide Section."
"Jamie shielded her eyes from a gust of wind blowing down the street and crossed the dirt yard in front of her uncle’s trailer."
"To Marion Huneker,” I raised my glass, “wherever she may be."
"One hundred and fifty miles to the northwest, a few lazy bends along the river Danube, an exhibition featuring the works of Sir Peter Paul Rubens—painter, scholar, diplomat, spy—limped toward its melancholy conclusion."
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