Cabin Rules #104
The smell of chili floated through the cabin. It had been building for hours, mingling with the perpetual aroma of sawdust. A single bead of sweat clung to Fornell’s forehead.
Case File Entry #4: Detectives Assemble
I don’t usually call in favors. But after the latte line on 3rd Avenue started chanting like monks on a sugar high, I knew this was bigger than my notebook. So I dialed a number I swore I’d never use.