Monthly mini-mystery with a twist
Joey scanned the bus terminal from his vantage point, leaning against the lockers. This wasn't his usual crowd, a little too lowbrow for what he needed, but he was in a fix, he needed cash fast, he had to get out of town.
She dialed the number and waited. Two rings, three--maybe wasn't in on a Saturday. Maybe--
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.
Of course, we could never actually kill anyone.
There was one thing Sally loved shopping for above all else: women who were careless with their credit cards.