Welcome to Murder Week

by Karen Dukess

I start to feel steadier and stronger. I read once that the cure for anything is salt water—sweat, tears, or the sea—and that may be true, but walking is setting me to rights.

I shake my head, feeling like the answer is hovering around me, but I can’t grasp it.

When the protagonist is so dense it's not credible.

He’s a sad, angry man, but not without feeling.

Sad yes, but angry? There was nothing to indicate anger in their exchange.

Fake mysteries are like roller coasters at an amusement park, thrills and relief without pain.