“Danger at Discovery World” by Chris Chan
“Mr. Funderburke, I think my cousin is trying to kill me.”
“Mr. Funderburke, I think my cousin is trying to kill me.”
I brew a pot of coffee and try not to think of the corpse in the basement.
Old Mr. Willman’s head twitched, and with some difficulty he pointed an arthritic finger at the gigantic oak tree with the peeling bark. . .