“She’d calmly removed her headphones and was about to call out her guess when she noticed the red spatters on her curtain and a couple of brain snails sliding down the other side of the translucent vinyl. Crap, she thought. Gingerly pinching a corner of the curtain and sliding it aside, she stepped into the living room, where she found her dad and his ex-client. Her father was still seated opposite the body lying beached-whale-like on the floor. Roger’s own face was stricken, blood spattered, and frozen while his hands eagle-clawed the arms of his chair. “Dad?” Pandora asked. “Yes?” Roger said, not moving. “Should I call someone?” “Yes,” he said, still not moving. “Who?” she asked. “Anyone,” he replied.”
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David Sosnowski,
Buzz Kill