Death Wears a White Gardenia

Death Wears a White Gardenia Page 19

by Zelda Popkin

  Mary shuddered. "Nasty, bad-tempered man. Glad he's out of our way." She reached for her jacket. "Come on, Chris. Let's go back and catch some crooks before we get fired."

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