A few weeks later Dean was discharged from the service and he gravitated back to Parkside and, temporarily he thought, to Collingswood Avenue.
A new name was on the mailbox for apartment C. There were no piled up copies of the Parkside Sentinel lying about.
A new residence district known as Parkside was developed south of Golden Gate Park.
According to the Sentinel, Parkside had won the divisional baseball title, thanks heavily to Randy, so she should be home from State College.
After an hour of circles he spotted a numbered highway he recognized, although he was much further from Parkside than he'd suspected.
All this was made possible by the untiring work of the Parkside Police Department.
All we have to do is find it, spend ten minutes yelling at an old lady and then get back to Parkside.
Anderson, in turn, brought Dean up to date on Parkside news, especially the local excitement caused by the discovery of the body of Billie Wassermann.
Arson target to come down Mental health review Parkside plans given final tweak Spare a drop?
At least in Parkside you're around friends.
Besides, Nota was the only member of the crime family who knew Dean's face and by all accounts he'd left Parkside some time ago.
But all his disappointments, if not forgotten, at least were put on hold when he qualified for a Varsity letter and the right to wear the maroon sweater of the Parkside Bulldogs.
But Anderson was quick to point out that the Byrne case was still closed as far as Parkside was concerned.
But it looked like Parkside could wash its hands of Wasserman's death—there was no way he'd floated out of their land-locked jurisdiction to the Chesapeake Bay.
But it looked like Parkside could wash its hands of Wasserman's death—there was no way he'd floated out of their land-locked jurisdiction to the Chesapeake Bay.
Byrne, a nine-year resident of Parkside, was born in Bucks County, Pennsylvania.
Clusters of sixties and seventies-style subdivisions had blossomed during the post-war era of rush to the 'burbs. These look-alikes that originally carried names like Camelot or South Pacific were at first scorned by Parkside's gentry but had slowly gained a level of respectability.
Dean "attended" college, served in the military, and was employed by the Parkside, Pennsylvania Police Department for fifteen years.
Dean called the Parkside Police Department and caught hell from Leland for not keeping him posted on the Wasserman autopsy and current details.
Dean had a later appointment so he limited his ride to the area around Parkside.
Dean had given Fred the business the entire trip from Parkside but the old man remained undeterred.
Dean had no way of checking Byrne's mileage and if by chance he had detoured east on Interstate 84, probably 30 miles further, instead of taking the more direct south-easterly route between Scranton and Parkside.
Dean knew the Parkside Sentinel would be going full steam later in the day, so he stopped by the red brick building on his way to work.
Dean let Cynthia Byrne rest a while longer while he telephoned the news to Parkside.
Dean never mentioned this bit of detective work to anyone, but he could guess who had torn the page from the Parkside Library edition.
Dean still hoped to get some biking in during the remainder of his day off but the weather turned decidedly unpleasant as they pulled into Parkside.
Dean was out of the house before Fred arose and the morning passed uneventfully with Dean, Harrigan and Tom DeLeo addressing the usual assortment of Parkside offenses.
Dean was within ten miles of Parkside before he noticed a blue Ford that had stayed behind him for an unusual length of time.
Detective David Dean sat in the Parkside Pennsylvania Police Headquarters with his feet in his lower desk drawer.
Ethel lived in the pride of Parkside, a new six-story luxury apartment building southeast of town.
Finally someone from back in Parkside told them.
Fred prattled excitedly about the Parkside newspaper and baseball cap and how the two finds represented proof Jeffrey Byrne was alive.
From a pay phone in the lobby of the large building, he placed a call to the Parkside Police Department.
Given more time, he'd have preferred to put the bike on the car's rack and chew up some countryside miles, touring the hills and farm lands that surrounded Parkside.
Harry Turnball was a young and energetic truck driver who delivered the Parkside Sentinel.
He added, I was a detective in Parkside, Pennsylvania.
He began to doodle, listing the names she was calling not only him, but the entire, inept, Parkside police force.
He didn't bother to point out that Bala Cynwyd, Cece Baldwin's address, was near Philadelphia, the opposite direction from Parkside.
He had no intention of calling the Parkside Police station.
He kept sorting through the facts as he knew them and argued with himself on the long drive back to Parkside.
He made the continued killings "of those thugs" sound like good news, but emphasized it was only a matter of time until the might of right and justice would prevail and calm would return to Parkside.
He remembered the young man mentioning he had a sister in Parkside.
He rents an address, not too close to Parkside but not too far away, like maybe Scranton!
He telephoned the Parkside Police department but they had no news.
He then told her the Parkside Police Department would close the investigation from this end unless something new came to light.
He told her of his conversation with Parkside and she was appreciative that word was being conveyed to Randy.
He wanted something a hell of a lot stronger—a double bourbon and leave the bottle but he knew the return trip to Parkside lay before him.
He wanted something a hell of a lot stronger—a double bourbon and leave the bottle but he knew the return trip to Parkside lay before him.
He was remarkably spry, healthy for his age, and had broken the hearts of half the widows in Parkside.
He was the husband of Cynthia Cosgrove Byrne and the father of Randy Byrne, a Parkside High School senior.
His conversation with Cece Baldwin bothered him all the way back to Parkside.
Homer Flanders, Tic-Face to some of his friends, was found resting in a quiet corner of the Parkside bus terminal, his throat slit like a second grin.
How come Parkside is springing for this trip?
I figured no need to push my good luck so I drove back here to Parkside.
I play for Parkside, strictly double 'A' at best.
I'll be joining 'em—you'll be holding down the fort here in Parkside, Pennsylvania.
I'll be joining 'em—you'll be holding down the fort here in Parkside, Pennsylvania.
I'm calling it a night as soon as I try telephoning Mrs. Porter back in Parkside.
I'm glad to see Parkside is looking out for its citizens, regardless of the hour and whether they deserve it or not.
I'm sure you want to get back to Parkside.
I've chased more bad guys running Bird Song bed and breakfast than when I was a Parkside, Pennsylvania police detective.
If you're Byrne, why order the Parkside paper way back in April?
In spite of the cloudy weather and the threat of rain, Dean ended the daylight hours listening to the hum of his bike tires on the country roads west of Parkside.
In the meantime, Dean had all he could do to keep up with Parkside's police day-to-day activities.
It was a double sheet from the Parkside Sentinel.
It was still early and Dean figured they'd get back to Parkside in time for a few hours of biking.
It was the issue listing the graduates of Parkside High School.
It was the newspaper, the Parkside Sentinel.
It would be a nice way to leave Parkside High.
It's Norfolk's case—not Parkside's or mine.
It's Norfolk's case—not Parkside's or mine.
It's the closest city with a World Wide branch to Parkside.
Jeffrey Byrne, age 38, of 156 Maid Marian Lane, Parkside, apparently drowned in the early morning hours of Tuesday, May fourth while on a business trip in Norfolk, Virginia.
Just making the Parkside High baseball team had been a miraculous ascension from being the-you-take-him-we-don't-want-him-boy when the kids chose sides in sandlot games.
Just tell her the Parkside Betterment Society voted for Billie and Willie to improve the city by getting lost.
Like everyone else, he'd hoped Parkside was out of the case and was disappointed to learn the FBI was expecting Parkside's continued assistance in the investigation.
Lock up all the bad guys or at least keep them away from Parkside.
Monica Cutler had performed every duty but setting type at the Parkside Sentinel for the past 20 years.
Monica ended their romance immediately after meeting Harry Turnball, a young and energetic truck driver who delivered the Parkside Sentinel.
Motel personnel conducted a search and a motel employee later found the Parkside man's clothing and room key on the public beach across the road.
My sister lives up in Parkside and sometimes I hook a ride up with Jeff so's I can visit.
News of the break-in on Collingswood Avenue had traveled with the speed of an Olympic sprinter through the Parkside, Pennsylvania police department.
Not only was Rita the fastest typist in Parkside, she was the neatest.
Now all of Parkside would know where David Dean shopped for his wardrobe.
Once again, she didn't answer directly but described a well-known seafood restaurant on the New Jersey shore, at least two hours from Parkside.
Only Sackler and Dean of the Parkside crew would know the new location where the Feds would store Baratto until they figured out what to do with him more permanently.
Only the Lord knew what Linda Segal, The Ice Lady of the Parkside Sentinel, would do with this turn of events.
Parkside had held up well, faring much better than some of its sister cities in eastern Pennsylvania.
Parkside isn't a 'big city.'
Parkside was a small city of 40,000 located 50 miles northwest of Philadelphia.
Parkside was leading seven-zip with one inning remaining.
Parkside was no safer than the worst of the worst—we might as well be living in Philadelphia, or, God forbid, The Big Apple!
Parkside was no safer than the worst of the worst—we might as well be living in Philadelphia, or, God forbid, The Big Apple!
Parkside was nothing more than an innocent battleground for disreputable elements of our society, at war with one another.
Parkside would remain untainted and a favored place to live and raise healthy, God fearing children who would become model citizens like those to whom he spoke.
Parkside's economy was less than spectacular, but at least it didn't require dependency on the fickle business of mines, steel or manufacturing for its fiscal survival.
Parkside's economy was less than spectacular, but at least it didn't require dependency on the fickle business of mines, steel or manufacturing for its fiscal survival.
Punching the buttons on his car radio, he finally found music that didn't assault his senses and pushed ahead toward Parkside, ready to call it a day.
Sackler crossed the room to the trashcan, retrieved the prior day's edition of the Parkside Sentinel and read aloud.
She had received notice from Parkside's police officer McCarthy the prior day, Tuesday, late in the afternoon.
She named a salary figure close to the small amount Dean drew from the Parkside Police Department.
Summer moved into Parkside on Friday, if only for a preview, blanketing the city with the hot-and-stickies.
The annoying little details of the Byrne case were still squirming around in the morning, and in an effort to put one of them to bed Dean stopped by the Parkside Sentinel on his way to work.
The exception was this year when Parkside had a legitimate shot at success.
The Ice Lady of the Parkside Sentinel went bonkers.
The latest entry dated Monday showed a mileage figure and the starting point of Parkside, Pennsylvania.
The level of activity at Norfolk Police Headquarters made Parkside's much smaller operation look like the front porch of an old folk home.
The man's from Parkside and Cleary subscribed to a newspaper from there.
The newspaper subscription was called in on April eight, the first day he's back in Parkside!
The next day, Dean remembered nothing of the long, early-hour drive back to Parkside.
The Parkside men in blue were nothing but a bunch of incompetent misfits who should all be fired, so continued the tirade.
The story of the inefficiencies of the Parkside Police caught his attention.
The two men chatted amiably on the trip from Parkside.
The uniformed guys downstairs had drawn lots to see who got stuck informing the next of kin, and since that time, speculation on the disappearance of Jeffrey Byrne had been the chief topic of conversation at the Parkside Police Department.
Then she added, "That way, it'll be early enough for you to drive back to Parkside."
There was no stopping the chaos that reigned over the entire Parkside Police Department until Wednesday when in rode federal agent Jonathan Winston.
There was the Whitney Motel back in Parkside.
They argued their way back to Parkside with Dean playing the devil's advocate while Fred quoted a dozen mystery stories that bore out his hypothesis, a hypothesis that grew in detail with each passing mile.
They don't stock the Parkside Sentinel in all the libraries around the country like they do the big city papers.
They left the seashore and, after a quick bite to eat, Hunter drove Dean back to the airport for his return plane trip to Parkside.
They reached a compromise and Baratto began to half-tell his story until Dean found an all-night truck stop, miles north of Parkside.
They sure don't sell the Parkside Sentinel in Kansas or Durango, Colorado and he didn't have the newspaper forwarded from Scranton.
They tried a couple of times to telephone Mrs. Porter back in Parkside but weren't able to get through.
They want Parkside to be involved.
Things like that happened in a town the size of Parkside.
This pulled some of the heat from the Parkside Police Department, and even the Ice Lady seemed to be backing off, improving her editorial chastisement and the mood of Lieutenant Anderson with it.
This silence did little to get Linda Segal, the Ice Lady of the Parkside Sentinel, off his back.
We'll give old Fred something to do—besides chasing widows around Parkside.
We'll give old Fred something to do—besides chasing widows around Parkside.
We're hundreds of miles from Parkside.
While Fred had chatted amiably during the course of the two weeks, he confined his discussions to methods that might be used in finding and identifying Byrne, and never complained about having to remain in Parkside.
While killings in Philadelphia were fun reading, a murder in Parkside was a far different matter.
While Parkside was officially beyond the limits of sensible commuting, enough hardy souls made the long daily trek into Philadelphia to label the town an outlying bedroom community.
While the pair was a definite annoyance to the Parkside police, the two were seldom a serious problem, principally because they were too stupid to get away with much, and their size—six-feet-five and at least 500 pounds between them—made escaping detection difficult.
While the pair was a definite annoyance to the Parkside police, the two were seldom a serious problem...
You read the newspaper—not the New York Times—you read the Parkside Sentinel.
You read the newspaper—not the New York Times—you read the Parkside Sentinel.
You should come up to Parkside.