Bobby Crowe was fit to be tied.
The cops had found the body in the shed.
Cleve must have chickened out.
Bobby spat in the dirt in disgust.
Cleve was a total screw up.
Bobby was going to take care of Cleve the second he laid eyes on him.
Trouble was, that little piece of rat bait had vanished. Nobody had seen him in weeks.
But that was alright. Cleve's day would come.
Meanwhile, he had to make sure no bread crumbs would ever lead anyone back to Bobby Crowe's door.
Bobby was going to make double sure of that.
Tonight, he planned to sneak over to that old abandoned site and burn down that pleasure shack . . . if it was the last thing he ever did.
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Love Songs: The Wrong Note - A Collection of Short Stories
General FictionA second volume of short stories in the Love Songs collection. Many of the stories in this collection focus on the theme of love and how it sometimes goes wrong. A large collection of stories that run the gamut from humorous to tragic. 1. Love Songs...
