“The mine is dry.” So saying Mendip held up a hard, dark nugget. “The last in the mine. There is nothing more.” I took the nugget from him. “Is this...
“My dog lacks the mental capacity to form criminal intent,” said Missy Johnson. This was going to be one of those days, thought Kit. He’d hoped for a...
The next few weeks were busy. Although the Writing Council hadn’t announced where the Henderson Festival would be held, Whitcombe was confident that...