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April 5, 2014

Martin Forbes


An unconscious eighteen-year-old girl named Anna Grace Robertson
had been found lying in the middle of the street, battered and bleeding, in a residential part of town on the morning of 6 January, 1948. The police who woke Martin up from his drunken sleep and took his mug shot told him he had been seen with her that night. Mug Shots: A Small Town Noir—Vol. 2, No. 2—The Appendix

Posted by gerardvanderleun at April 5, 2014 12:57 PM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.

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I clicked the link and spent some time reading of the author's work with the mug shots. It was, to me, a fascinating and totally irrelevant story which held my attention for longer than I would have thought. I enjoyed the disconnect from otherwise dreary headlines and insipid comments on various stories. Sometimes nothing is better than something. Thanks Gerard.

Posted by: chasmatic at April 6, 2014 6:38 AM

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