Saving the Scapegoat by Jenean McBrearty
Saving the Scapegoat by Jenean McBrearty I didn’t mean to intrude on the Federation neighborhood. I blame it on the foggy mist that rolled in the way it does in San Diego; it settled...
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The Bid by K. McGee
The Bid by K. McGee “Wakey wakey! Get that perky little ass out of bed, Karla. We got us a situation here!” Karla curled into a ball, hands clamped over ears, and for one...