The Vermin of Arklington: Chapter Seven By A.A. Ripley
‘He ain’t here.’ The man sitting behind the reception desk was heavyset and balding extensively. His arms were tattooed- fish and birds and ladies danced around barrel-shaped ships that blew…
‘He ain’t here.’ The man sitting behind the reception desk was heavyset and balding extensively. His arms were tattooed- fish and birds and ladies danced around barrel-shaped ships that blew…