SLEUTHING IN THE DARK: Death Knell by Barnard Kendrick

“One way or another, I’ve developed myself into a monstrously clever fellow. My brain’s as fertile as a pomegranate. My heart’s as cold as Troy Singleton in morgue vault twenty-two. I do jigsaw puzzles and hook together pieces of wood that I can’t even see. It makes a picture of death, Davis. I’m blind Justice, … Continue reading SLEUTHING IN THE DARK: Death Knell by Barnard Kendrick