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Bourbon On The Rocks #121

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I drove out to Inglewood to the Sandpiper Apartments where Paige Turner lived and died. It was after midnight and the streets were deserted, save for a stray car here and there.

I parked behind an all-night movie theater two blocks over from the apartments and walked there, my flashlight in the pocket inside my jacket. You could see the bulge through the front of the jacket. I looked like I was trying to shoplift salami from the deli, but I figured it was better than walking blatantly down the street with a flashlight in my hand, announcing larceny...

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    Christopher over 3 years ago

    An homage to my childhood. We lived in some apartments called Sandpiper when I was a young pup.

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    Neville Hunt over 3 years ago

    A nice bit of territory marking, Christopher; a nice touch.

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    Christopher over 3 years ago

    Thanks, Neville.

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