I stumbled onto this series from Anne Hull, which I've never read before today. It was a Pulitzer finalist for features in '95.
On a June morning in 1993, Kendrick Crossman Hardcastle III pulled away from his Tampa waterfront home on Bayshore Boulevard. The two lion statues at the edge of his property roared silently. Goodbye.
His beige Cadillac passed under the leafy tunnel of trees on Bayshore and emerged in sunlight, where the immaculate sidewalk ribboned toward downtown. The drive to work was less than five miles.
But just beyond the hedges of Palma Ceia Golf and Country Club, Hardcastle made a detour.
His beige Cadillac passed under the leafy tunnel of trees on Bayshore and emerged in…
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