Monthly mini-mystery with a twist
Dewey Rafer had never met anyone's expectations of him. He was such a screw-up, that no matter how he worked the angles, something always went wrong.
There was one thing Sally loved shopping for above all else: women who were careless with their credit cards.
The small black coupe parked at the curb after an urgent squeal of tires. Two men hurried out into a chilling rain that plopped against their hats and coats.
"What will he do if a burglar shows up?"