“Yeah, you’re right, Jon. We do need to hatch a workable plan. But first, my friend, we gotta put down all our cards on the table, face up so that we both know what we’ve got.” Spalding gulped on his cold soda drink. “We gotta trace a path kinda like Waze. You know, clear and...
The Pumpkin Murders – Scene 18 – by Astrid Blume
First draft