The Doubtful Death Mystery - Chapter 10
“Now, Miss Pierson, that could be dangerous…”
“Miss Pierson, I presume,” the tall and lanky sheriff’s deputy asked as I was escorted to the place where he was posted outside the Rettaville Train Depot.
“I am.” I put out my hand and he glared at i…
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