The Wench is Dead
‘That night he dreamed in Technicolor. He saw the ochre-skinned, scantily clad siren in her black, arrow Ed stockings, and he could even recall her lavender-hued underclothing. And in Morse’s muddled computer of a mind, that siren took the name of one Joanna Franks, provocatively walking...Read more
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