The Killer Jack Mystery - Chapter 7
“Nothin’ I guess. Except… well, he wasn’t always such a bad guy, Mr. Jackson. Maybe this place made him rotten, too.”
Licking my lips, I decided to make use of the chair behind me, moving towards it until the backs of my knees touched it, then easing myself down. “She was shot. A few days ago. Do you remember anyone…
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