A Very Stark Christmas: Chapter 4

A Stark Mystery


The taxi screeched to a stop in front of us. Helen and I climbed in, leaving the disheveled, uneaten pizza behind with any hopes of another slice. I was going to be hungry, but only slightly more important, Christmas was disappearing. We needed to crack this case, and the driver needed directions.




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Laura Johnson

Laura Johnson

Yammering bits and some blathering. Humor is my first language, my second skin, and my hello.

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