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October 2021 – Phil Cline

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The Alumnus

The Alumnus

October 24, 2021 by philcline in / /

The Alumnus, A Novel by Phil Cline Chapters Seven through Nine Chapter Seven   “Looney.”  We were alone again, just the detectives and me.  Detective Wiley had just weighed in with his considered opinion.  Characteristically short, but I was inclined to agree with his assessment.   However, I was not anxious to see our suspect so described in official police […]

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The Alumnus, Chapters 4-6

The Alumnus, Chapters 4-6

October 22, 2021 by philcline in / /

Chapter Four I sat staring at my autographed baseball.   “Mickey Mantle” handwritten.  And right below; “NO. 7” also in script.  Best centerfielder ever.  Maybe the best ball player ever.  I looked at the other autographed baseballs on their individual glass stands on my office credenza.  “Ted Williams.”  “Willie Mays.”  “Duke Snyder”.  Good ballplayers.  Great ballplayers.  But not as good as “The Mic.”   Now there was […]

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The Alumnus

The Alumnus

October 17, 2021 by philcline in / /

Chapters One through Three, Chapter One I held Brenda’s nametag in my hands.  Gingerly.  I hated cutting myself and the plastic’s broken edges were ragged and sharp.  It had been split in a diagonal line from top left to bottom right. I was careful of the back too.  Just as hazardous was that awkward needle pin lock contraption […]

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