Inspector Martine doffed his fedora and set it atop the conference table. Henrietta gasped inside her head. Bad luck—it’s bad luck to put a hat on a table. Her outward appearance remained stoic. “May I take your hat, please?” “Can you get me a schematic of your process?” Martine kept…
3,002 Comments“Rip his clothes off!” Brenda screamed, her phone in hand. Keisha fumbled with Troy’s buttons, water streaming down onto both of them. “Acid to water. Acid.” Troy spoke in a monotone voice. “Yes, acid splash,” Brenda said into the phone. “He’s in the safety shower.” She hung up and took…
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