My 1996 station wagon squeaked to a stop in front of the house. It really needed a lube job, and I suspected a brake job; I did not even dream about getting my AC fixed this year. I looked down… Read More ›
A Miles Mitchell Story
The Case of the Missing Heir, A Miles Mitchell Mystery
Rain pounded against my window, but it would clear up in a minute and the humidity would be higher than a Swedish sauna. I was on my second glass of whiskey, contemplating how long I could sleep at my office… Read More ›
