Broadway Butterfly

by Sara DiVello

next. She picked up the pen. Swallowed down another sob that threatened to choke her. She closed her eyes, and thought again of June, his round

a shared trust built up over decades on the force . . . as well as frustrations

she reminded herself, keeping the case in the public spotlight also enhanced

color-coordinated. This was the sort of meticulous care that

black ash crumble onto the stove top.