These Honored Dead: A Lincoln and Speed Mystery

by Jonathan F. Putnam

I threw back the liquor and barely managed to keep it down. I had never tasted alcohol so strong or bitter. If I have three slugs of that, I thought, I’ll be lying in the corner begging for my mother.

The town’s fire warden was Tilman Hornbuckle, but it was a certainty he was passed out in an alleyway near Torrey’s by this hour.