Good cop, bad cop.
Wednesday. Ten o’clock and I haven’t yet added the bourbon to my coffee when there’s a knock at the door. I shout something, they mistake it for “Come in,” and that’s when I see her. Pear shaped with a UPS uniform that doesn’t do her or me any favors. I give her the look of a dog that wants to bite,…
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A good mystery
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Solid writing
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Great sense of stylus
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Nifty memo pad
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Linear to a fault
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Unforgiving
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Weird foreshadowing
