Monthly mini-mystery with a twist
Ellen had barely finished her painstaking artwork in the back bedroom when she heard the front door swing open and bang heavily into the kitchen wall. From the sound of the crashing glass, one of her porcelain figurines had been jarred loose from its...
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.