Tales Of Corwin

When the snow started Tuesday afternoon, Mark looked up the forecast. He hadn’t really been paying attention to it; it seemed pointless, somehow, when it was clearly just going to be one winter storm after another. But when he saw that they were forecasting sixteen inches, followed by blizzard conditions and record cold, Mark called the Corwin Police Department and asked to speak to Lieutenant Stedman. “Lieutenant, hi, it’s Mark Collins,” Mark began. “I’m not really sure about this, but I have a hunch—well, it’s more than a hunch, really. Just FYI, in case people need help during the storm, and in case there’s a major power outage?” “Go ahead, Mark. I’m listening.” “The Rose and Feather has a new generator. They’ll be warm, they’ll have power, and they’ll have hot food. Even if they’re not officially open, you can call Sandra, or me, and we’ll help. That goes for anybody on the force, in fact: if they need a snack or some hot coffee, they’re welcome to stop in. Sandra says, no charge for police officers du