The Twisted Ones

by T. Kingfisher

My dad said he could play a really cutthroat game of cribbage. Maybe that’s why my grandmother wanted to marry him, for his sexy cribbage game. Hell if I know.

Bongo is an excellent watchdog, by which I mean that he will watch very alertly as the serial killer breaks into the house and skins me.

Like I said, I’m a freelance editor. The Chicago Manual of Style is tattooed on my soul.

If I came back during daylight, I’d probably see that it had been carved into an American eagle holding the severed head of a terrorist or something. Grandma wasn’t exactly a patriot, but she dearly loved having an excuse to hate a whole group of people.

I thought about going across the street to Foxy, but it occurred to me that between Skip’s mental issue and Tomas’s not being white and Foxy being Foxy, they might not be on the best terms with the cops. I stayed put.