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 lights were dim, so low I could hardly make out who was in the room with me. Annoyed, I picked my way to the center where the chairs were.
Bobby James swallowed the last gulp of warm beer in his mug. He'd been nursing it since the bar opened at noon; one drink was all Bobby could afford. He needed to steal some money, and soon. Bobby scanned the room, wondering if he could con a free...