I rounded a familiar corner and promptly found myself navigating the well-known streets of Little Italy. The houses on the narrow, hilly lanes now occupy the area where a magnificent grove formerly stood. They say this elevated, wooded country
Tag: Joseph Garneau
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I had written Rose Lodge on a manila file folder over a year ago, an early target investigation that I had hoped to explore in my first months at this sleuthing business. Eventually the folder was buried like so many of my dead of night