September 2011
Beginner
238 pages
5h 17m
English

A cold chill was starting to blow into Dickens; the fall season was starting to take shape. The leaves on the oak trees outside my office window were beginning to turn orange and red. Short-sleeve shirts were being replaced by light turtlenecks and long-sleeve sweaters. The NFL was already in its third week. Pam was starting to wonder what costume to buy Tim for Halloween. It was just the third week of September, but people’s minds were starting to turn to thoughts of Thanksgiving, Christmas, and winter. John Santos was no exception. He asked me to come by his office on Wednesday afternoon ...