Inspector O and the South China Sea
“I imagine your knuckles would be dead white at this point, Church.” Inspector O had messaged me in the usual…
“I imagine your knuckles would be dead white at this point, Church.” Inspector O had messaged me in the usual…
“I’m surprised.” Inspector O looked up from his newspaper. “Your hair isn’t even mussed.” He made it sound like an…
“You’re fired.” Inspector O pointed his finger at me over the remains of our meal, an early dinner of nameless…
“This is urgent.” Inspector O was pacing the floor. He hadn’t shaved in a while, and it didn’t look as…