Lori Lamothe
Bio
Poet, Writer, Mom. Owner of two rescue huskies. Former baker who writes on books, true crime, culture and fiction.
Stories (71/0)
The Gift
Eventually, after three years passed, Claire did become a help to him. Jack still wasn’t sure who or what she was — madwoman or selkie — but he’d given up trying to figure it out and he’d long forgotten about his plans to call social services. Sometimes he wondered how he could go on teaching biology at a university while simultaneously entertaining the idea that selkies might be real. Sometimes he told his brain to shut the hell up.
By Lori Lamothe3 years ago in Fiction
The Liaison
Claire — for that’s what she said her name was — had been staying with Jack seven days when the village began to talk. He should have been grateful: had it not been for the power outages and the chaotic state of the roads, the rumors in Raven’s Cove would have started far sooner.
By Lori Lamothe3 years ago in Fiction
The Dead Woman
At first he thought she was an ordinary woman. Well, an ordinary dead woman anyways. Jack had been slowly making his way toward the beach at the end of his street, attempting to compile a record of the damage the ice storm had wrought. It was sunny out but cold, far too cold to write, so he was speaking into his digital recorder as he walked. The damage was stunning — overnight Raven’s Cove had been encased in an inch-thick coating of ice.
By Lori Lamothe3 years ago in Fiction
12 Surprising Facts about the Zodiac Killer
This is the first article in a two-part series on the Zodiac Killer. You can find the second here: After more than half a century, the Zodiac Killer is in the news again. It has been a banner year for amateur detectives and the Zodiac case is no exception. In December a team of volunteer code-breakers announced that they had cracked the 340-character cipher the killer sent to the San Francisco Chronicle in 1969.
By Lori Lamothe3 years ago in Criminal
French Engineer Says He Solved the Zodiac Cipher that Reveals the Killer’s Name: But Who Was Lawrence Kane?
This is the second article in a two-part series. Read the first here: It has been a banner year for amateur detectives. In January, true crime activists brought the case of an anonymous hiker found dead in a tent to national attention, which led to his identification. In April, authorities arrested Kristin Smart’s killer based on facts that came out during the course of a podcast. And six months ago three amateur code breakers solved the Zodiac Killer’s infamous 340-cipher — a task that the world’s top cryptologists, police and the FBI had been working on for more than 50 years.
By Lori Lamothe3 years ago in Criminal
A Good Woman is Hard to Hide
1832 Something was wrong with the orchard and Lucy Coffin had a good idea why. When spring came, the trees had burst with white blossoms and she’d walked between the rows with her hands held out. Once she had even spun round and round as the wind dropped snowy petals onto her hair, her face, her eyelashes. Her skirt flared out in the cool morning light and she’d collapsed onto the grass, laughter bubbling up from deep within her.
By Lori Lamothe3 years ago in Fiction
Telling the Bees
1817 I’d already waited too long. Not that it wasn’t the right thing to do. Sure, Hallie was 18 and she’d put off the wedding for a full year just so Daddy wouldn’t fall behind with the chores and the kitchen garden behind the cabin. Caleb was a good man though and if he minded the wait he didn’t let on, at least not in front of Daddy and me.
By Lori Lamothe3 years ago in Fiction
Live and Let Die
Paris, 1982 Angela stepped into the roomy walk-in closet and glanced over her shoulder. She hadn’t gone through Hayden’s jacket pockets in weeks and wanted to get it over with before they flew out that night. His suitcase sat next to bedroom door and she wondered if opening it was worth the risk. She doubted he’d pack anything incriminating and anyway, he’d realize she’d been through it in about a millisecond.
By Lori Lamothe3 years ago in Fiction
The Music Box Murder: How an Unnerving Gift and a DNA Profile Solved a Cold Case
We’ve all gotten that cringey gift. Maybe it’s lingerie we wouldn’t feel comfortable wearing. Or a piece of jewelry that borders on gaudy. Or a sweater we wouldn’t be caught dead in. Most of the time, we shrug it off. We might not be crazy about the fire-engine red garter belt or the ginormous rhinestone earrings but we love our guy and it makes us smile because, hey, he tried.
By Lori Lamothe3 years ago in Criminal