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.
It's real nice of ya, letting me crash here tonight." The young woman dropped the stained backpack to the floor, then hesitated and looked around.
Albert Brown sealed the car in a parking space, then swivelled around urgently to his companion. "You'd better go in there and get him out."