Cold-Cocked…new writing, unedited…

Three days passed without a word from Abby. Every day Traylor came by looking for an update, and over the three days I told him we didn’t have anything. To avoid a fourth visit from the smitten fleabag known as Traylor, I drove to the morgue to have a sit down with our medical examiner.... Continue Reading →

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