The Buried
It was 3 AM and I was digging a hole in the desert. Christa stood next to me. In the torch light, she was a fidgety monster patting a bundle in her arms. “Is it done yet Tess?” Her voice [...]
sam plays his spade and his maltesers
She walked into the room like spring came early. The kind of broad that makes men weak in the wallet. This gumshoe saw trouble. But he wasn't the type to turn his back on trouble. Especially when it had blonde [...]