Wendell’s Solution
‘How the Hell did he get up there?
‘How the Hell did he get up there?
I waited impatiently for my computer to shut down.
It’s never been easy working in the same place where Mom died.
Officially, the Marcy Bell was a salvage rig, licensed for Canadian and international waters but not American.
Agent Justin Cayse left the bordello from the rear, having escaped his captor.
Eunice sat on the edge of her daughter’s bed and stared out the window, the rustling of leaves muted by glass.
“Goddam it,” Rita O’Neill said as she let the curtains slide back into place.
“I hate to bother you, but I have something important to ask,” said the new waitress, setting down my plate of scrambled eggs.
I opened my eyes and could not see.
The Cedarwood Home for the Elderly stood at the end of a dead-end street in a rotting borough of a dying town.
Prickly pointy spikes
Doug is dressed in his party best