“And he claims another victim.” I cracked a grin. “Edwin, you’re turning this infirmary into a speakeasy.” — Katherine McIntyre Copy Share Image
“It was a mild winter’s evening in ‘Japp’s Saloon and Speakeasy’, in the northwest corner of the only legal red-light area of the city. (The S.O.D.s believed in crime management.) Timaset Skooch leaned back in the aluminum framed chair, checking… — Christina Engela Copy Share Image
