…There was a knock on his door. “Mr. Sambuca?” A woman’s voice, soft and tentative.
He opened it and saw a pretty girl, a woman really, who had passed girlhood a while ago, but still retained a pretty, youthful look. …
Read More…There was a knock on his door. “Mr. Sambuca?” A woman’s voice, soft and tentative.
He opened it and saw a pretty girl, a woman really, who had passed girlhood a while ago, but still retained a pretty, youthful look. …
Read More“Good morning,” he said, a bit louder than normal. He walked up to the solid wooden counter and saw the steam coming from the two coffee pots set on the shop’s back wall. There was no response. He walked through the narrow opening that employees used to get behind the counter and peered at the work space. What he saw sickened him. He’d seen worse in his years working homicides, but still…
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