Left On St. Truth-Be-Well
“Nobody from Chicago would be calling him right now, and he didn’t even want to think about what that meant for his social life.
“I found a bunch of fucking parrots almost starving to death. I ran across to the Chevron store and got them a shit-ton of sunflower seeds, man. They were driving me fucking crazy.” “But no Beatrice?” “No. It’s weird. I didn’t see her.” “Yeah, me neither, but I did find a weaselly little man-maid who broke the lock on the door and mopped up the drag marks of the body o...n the concrete, though.” “Well done. Did he say where the drag marks led?” “No, you called and he bolted.” Carson realized he was still standing in the room with the recently rented bed and wrinkled his nose. The smell of rancid sex and his own rumbling stomach were making him more than a little queasy. He walked out, carefully not closing the door or putting his hands anywhere he’d leave prints. At the moment, the only evidence he could have left was on Jarred’s rumpled tan shirt.MoreLess
“I found a bunch of fucking parrots almost starving to death. I ran across to the Chevron store and got them a shit-ton of sunflower seeds, man. They were driving me fucking crazy.” “But no Beatrice?” “No. It’s weird. I didn’t see her.” “Yeah, me neither, but I did find a weaselly little man-maid who broke the lock on the door and mopped up the drag marks of the body o...n the concrete, though.” “Well done. Did he say where the drag marks led?” “No, you called and he bolted.” Carson realized he was still standing in the room with the recently rented bed and wrinkled his nose. The smell of rancid sex and his own rumbling stomach were making him more than a little queasy. He walked out, carefully not closing the door or putting his hands anywhere he’d leave prints. At the moment, the only evidence he could have left was on Jarred’s rumpled tan shirt.MoreLess
Write Review:
Guest
Read Also
7 / 10
9 / 10
User Reviews: