Spair key iz in frog statue. Oh. Ware gloves! Give Spot ham and he wont bark. Daddy haz one of hiz guns in front door clozet. Parents room upstairs, 2nd door to right. Shoot daddy 1rst. In the head. He iz a light sleeper. Shoot moma next. Shill screem, thats okay. Should be able to …
Sara reread the text once, twice, then three times: something came up, can’t make it. She looked at the apple pie steaming in the oven. The smell wafting through the kitchen no longer smelled so sweet; there’d be no date. Hours of scouring the attic for Grandma’s dusty recipe. Made with apples Sara handpicked. Weeks …
The spaceship went from planet to planet collecting the 51 types of entities. They were all colors, shapes, and chemical compositions. What they had in common was their official inclusion in the Intergalactic Federation of Intelligent Life. The spaceship had one species left to get. The little Kranliens, being Kranliens, bounced and cheered when the ship …
The problem, 80-year-old Mrs. Pembleton, resolved, started with her first murder. When she killed the mugger who broke Mrs. White’s arm. (He thought he was so clever with the mask, but she recognized the two tattoos on her neighbor’s neck.) No one suspected the little old lady next door for the grisly murder. Now she …