The Crossword-Puzzle Murderer
Copyright 2017, Steven M. Moore
“Hiya Rollie.” I had to step aside as the ME, Big Tiny, stepped out of the small apartment into the corridor. “Prelim findings should be on your smartphone.”
“You can’t just tell me?”
Big Tiny carried a large super-mocha-double-double something-or-other in his large rubber-gloved paw. Whereas a defensive nose tackle is more muscle than fat, he was the reverse. A happy man, though, in spite of his profession.
“I’m off to another cri...
Published on February 22, 2017 03:00