Paul Seeks Help from an Old Friend
Gunnar Olafsson The guard tells me that Bernie will be here to visit me in a few minutes. “Oh, good! That’s great!” Anxious as I am, I’m looking forward to talking to…
Paul Wilson, Sheriff / Jailbird
Cloudy with a Chance of Confession: Paul, Revisited
It’s been a week since Silas and Merc first visited. I know because I can see the same clock I saw that day, and I can see that it’s 20…
Saved By the Bell? Paul’s Story Starts Trickling Out …
A guard leads me to a monitored meeting room where my visitors were waiting. I recognize Mercury immediately. “Glad to see you,” I say. “Gets kinda lonely here, especially since…
From Badge to Behind Bars: Paul’s Singing the Jailhouse Blues
Another day in this hellhole. Haven’t seen anyone from Middle Valley in quite a while with the notable exception of my lawyer, that is, and he isn’t really helping matters…
Testing, testing … one, two, testing …
Jenny Page “Come get your hand, Sheriff.” And that was the crux of my first odd conversation this morning, one that was long overdue. We had sent the hand – the one…
No News is Not Good News
Everyone knows I grew up here. There isn’t a street I don’t know. There’s barely a person I don’t know. When Mildred Sheffler got locked out of her house in…