Lamp Genies By Reed Farrel Coleman Mystery Tribune

Lamp Genies By Reed Farrel Coleman

The rubber fetus I’d retrieved from Dr. Ellington’s lawn was on the floor of the Crown Vic’s backseat. Its eyes were shut. I imagined them to be blue. Of course there were no eyes under the flesh-colored rubber lids. I’m not sure why it mattered. Maybe it was that Jillian had terminated a pregnancy before […]
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