Day: August 19, 2018

Inspector Sunday

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? ┬ęStephen … Read More Inspector Sunday

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