Murder Most Foul
A serial killer wants to kill my girlfriend...
"Fifteen two, fifteen four and a pair is six, and I'm out," chanted Miss McGann, "Pay up, Sam, my boy. You owe me seven and a quarter." "Gladly, you have saved me from a night of excruciating boredom, once again." She stood, picked up the chipped cup, and drained the dregs of the cheap whiskey we had been drinking while smoothing down her dress. "It has been very quiet the last week. I wonder why?" "Maybe because all the...