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Civil Rights Cold Case #8 (Or a Christmas Premonition)

In the photo on the FBI reward poster Mrs. Moore’s hair is pulled away from her face like a curtain, revealing her suspicions. Her mouth is held as firmly as when she teaches her colored pupils their ABCs. Shifted to the right, her eyes look past the shimmer of Christmas gifts. Past the sparkle of ornaments that decorate a freshly cut spruce. Past the glare of a camera’s flash; past the moment when she is beckoned to smile though she knows death is coming.