“Stinkbug Apocalypse” by Jean Wolfersteig
Rosalie took one look at the tarot cards this morning and gazed up at me. “Molly,” she said, “I need to get away from you.” Then she bolted down Psychic Alley.
Rosalie took one look at the tarot cards this morning and gazed up at me. “Molly,” she said, “I need to get away from you.” Then she bolted down Psychic Alley.
“Mr. Funderburke, I think I may be a psychotic serial killer.”
Little scientists my ass! Left alone for a few minutes and they managed to do this.
The man sitting in my living room says to me, “I heard what you did for that other guy.”