No Charges by Sorchia Dubois

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Blood soaked through the pristine white snow. A lot of blood. Enough blood to bathe a horse. The open door of Bert’s car showed even more blood inside. Spiky blood-cicles hung from the door frame into the frozen puddle on the parking lot. Last night’s snow lay undisturbed otherwise. No tracks from the street to...

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S.K. (Sorchia)
S.K. (Sorchia)

I live in deepest, darkest Missouri--about 150 miles west of the Mississippi River and just north of the Arkansas border. My house is in the woods, and--yes--I live with more than one cat. I'm in the enviable position of being able to do mostly what I want and what I want to do is edit, read, review, write, and occasionally work for someone else to pay the bills.

You can find me at SorchiaDubois dot com where I post regularly about magic and mystery and where my books are prominently displayed for all to see.

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