Part 4: Fear is fire

Previously  “¦ Holmes turned to me, his baritone voice echoing into my brain. I glanced at him with a frown. If the knife hadn”t killed LeRad, then “¦ poison? No, […]

Fear is Fire, pt. 3

Previously “¦ Holmes was there quickly enough, and I showed him the evidence I had found, glossing over the fact that I broke up a snogging couple, but informing him […]

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Weekend with Pappy

He stands 6 feet, 3 inches tall, black hair tucked into his well-worn Idaho baseball cap, Vandal Dad T-shirt underneath a flannel shirt. He yells unabashedly at Idaho football coach […]