The Death of a Boarder

The boarder in my room was a nuisance, so I wasn't exactly sad when he went missing.

The old man had a wobbly tooth, whiskey breath, and kissed my wife.

"Mr. Robinson, we're with the LAPD, and we'd like to talk to you about Nathaniel Gibbons."

"These damn immigrants."

I greeted the Irishman with an offer he couldn't refuse.

"Inmate 857135, please step up and state your name."

Sweat poured down my face as I continued to hack through the body with the ax.

In the summer of 1918, Mallory and Lana Callaghan made a grim discovery.

The genealogist looked at the woman solemnly.

In 1918, Gary Robinson and his wife Betsy were apprehended for the murder of an Irish boarder.