Story Published – Akashic Books Mondays Are Murder

University College, London. Johnson marched me through the clipped campus, down echoing corridors, past alabaster busts and locked doors. At the end of a long corridor, he stopped at a door marked Private.

“It’s never too late for university, Cartier,” he said, knocking.

Another foray into the world of noir: No Prescription Required for Murder

 

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