Aboard the Blueback "Our people need to know what the bad guys are going to sound like — if they ever become bad guys .... Excuse me,” Fargo says suddenly. “Chief, do you smell smoke?” ...
John Howard. Blood has soaked his sock and collected in his shoe. His wrist hangs in languid pain.
Posted November 15, 1984
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