Lazarus Dot (chapter 5): A Felix Hoenniker medical murder mystery
The cobblestones, buffed and polished by the weight of centuries and the passage of countless travelers, shone like black satin. They were hell on my wheels, though. I cursed through chattering teeth as I bumped along through the meatpacking district.
“There’s a spot!” I said to no one. I parked the Maserati in a tow away zone, slid the ‘Doctor on Medic…
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