Kessler suddenly veered into a parking lot of Texaco station and pulled over to the edge of the lot, near the air and water hoses.
“What are you doing?” I asked him.
“Checking my fluid levels,” he replied. “What else?”
I was scrambling to get things done on Monday morning. Namely, I was trying to figure out my lead for the boat cop story. Of course, there was the book project and sociological research of the sand bar left to do. But in the meantime, I still had to justify my ride-along with the boat [...]
“The only thing that separated the Williams family from any of the other families departing from the docks of Marina Del Mar, in Madisonville, Louisiana, on Sunday, was
their willingness to bring aboard a journalist for the day.”
This was a strange note I had scribbled to myself while I sat in my car, waiting for the [...]
I’d been trying for a month to hook up the ride-along through the sheriff office’s
public information guy, Glen. However, primarily due to other obligations on my behalf, I’d been unable to do this.
