The Dead Bat Blood and bone and ceiling tiles. A jagged hole thirty feet up. A shaft of hard rain pummeling three lifeless faces on the warehouse floor. Death, foul play, mystery, and Lieutenant Play yanked from her breakfast of bacon with eggs-over-easy and orange juice freshly squeezed. The lieutenant contemplated the crime-scene, the ends … Continue reading
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