Inspector Sunday
by Steve Tanham
Waking from a deep sleep, Sunday looked up from the leather settee. It was dark; the day had gone. He stood and stretched, glancing across at the Art Deco light he didn’t remember switching on… something on the cabinet was wrong: the tennis racket he didn’t own was too small and labelled ‘Executioner’. Maybe the redhead had been telling the truth, after all? ©Stephen … Read More Inspector Sunday
Sun in Gemini 