The Grey Suit
Marcus was bending over the table which was covered with photographs from the crime scenes, forensic reports, press cuttings and a bundle of files. His shoulders were aching and his spine felt like it...
Marcus was bending over the table which was covered with photographs from the crime scenes, forensic reports, press cuttings and a bundle of files. His shoulders were aching and his spine felt like it...
“How does it feel to tailor wedding suits for three generations of the Smiths?” asked Brad who had his arms spread out as the tailor took the measurements. They were in a small, cozy...
As it plunged into his skin, the prick of the needle was cold and biting, like the first wind of winter. He depressed the plunger on the syringe and his veins hungrily consumed the...
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