Arachnids with ideas above their species?
A wandering grimoire masquerading as an old Star Trek novel?
The Whine Cellar and the Boom Closet?
In Whackadoo Manor, we call that Tuesday.
In my straight career, I did terrible things to protect normal people. Now, I do insane things to keep regular folks out of Supernatural Witness Protection. This time it’s a sweet couple too connected to be healthy, staggering on the rim of fubar and about to lose everything.
I know all about deadlines and ticking clocks.
But this time, the clock ticks backwards.
