“You know the routine. You go where they send you,” Gamble grumbled, rubbing the sleep from his face. “How is your wife doing?” Graham asked.…
Urban Fantasy & Paranormal Writer
“You know the routine. You go where they send you,” Gamble grumbled, rubbing the sleep from his face. “How is your wife doing?” Graham asked.…
“Graham called me.” I looked up from my phone. She removed her gloves and added them to the evidence bags. Paul handed her the clipboard…
The girl in the dumpster wasn’t exactly as cold as a corpse. She wasn’t exactly human either. No matter how much I try, I just can’t escape the dead. Maybe I shouldn’t have chosen a career with the police.