First Short Story
Soaked By Chase Johnson (Thanks to my wife, who is the first line of defense for potential readers and is my awesome co-writer, and for my buddy Marcus, who's feedback convinced me the story was incomplete.) Charlie stood in front of the orphanage in the rain. Always rain. Sometimes it would just sprinkle, sometimes sheets would come in sideways, but from the moment he’d arrived in the little town of Gull, it’d been raining. It made his investigation miserable. The water would seep into everything; down his coat sleeves, under his official police parka to drip down the bill of his cap, and even his socks. By the end of the day his toes looked like raisins. Audrey Harper, the alleged suicide, was the reason his boss had sent him to the ass end of the coast, and he just wanted to finish and go home. In the orphanage was the last of three eye-witnesses. So far both testimonies had corroborated the official story, that of a suicide. One more night and he would be ba