Carry Me to My Grave

Malcolm had only read fifty pages or so and he wanted to know what would happen next, so he tucked the book into his traveling case, closed and locked it, and took one last look around the room. Malcolm turned to stare at the crate holding Maggie’s body. Calling it a police station seemed generous, but Malcolm supposed it was accurate. Tell the story.” Jennie finally glanced in the rearview mirror.