The Faded Alibi
Chapter One "Forty dollars, cash on delivery, no returns." The voice came from the hallway, flat and dry, like sandpaper on wood. Faye Cavett did not turn. She stood before the full-length mirror in the parlor, her back straight, her hands resting on the back of the chair. The reflection in the glass was three seconds behind. It raised a hand to its face; Faye had already lowered hers. The lag...
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