Next Time

Photo credit@ Geogia Koch Next Time A copper tang mingled with the dockyard flotsam. "Lotta blood. She been dead long?" "An hour or two, hard to say for sure." "Cold?" "Not really, just a little damp." The officer turned to face his partner; her uniform, wet and tattered, "Same MO, same perp?" "Ya." "You look... Continue Reading →

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