By the time I worked up the nerve to face D.D., enough time had passed for her black eye and busted lip to heal. She looked like a fresh-faced debutante. My face, on the other hand, was ashen and drawn. I stepped shakily into her kitchen and squinted into the harsh fluorescent glare. She took one look at me and said, “You look like a pile of shit.”
Lazarus Dot (last chapter): A Felix Hoenniker medical murder mystery
Oh no! I didn't see that coming (I guess neither did Felix...) I'm hoping this will be a cliffhanger to the next series rather than the end!