Honeybee Meadows

Chapter Twenty Eight I corner Newton when he’s the last one left, the cop shop abandoned for the night. Small town crime means they le...

Chapter Twenty Seven There’s this old bridge fifty-two miles out of town. It used to connect a logging camp to the highway, but two w...

9:37 a.m. Rue de l'Echaude. Paris, France.  I was in a strange city, in a new country, on an entirely different continent.  So ...