By Alan Smale
Read by Kris Johnson
Trixie’s dead claws scrabbled faintly against the wooden stairs. The hairs on my arm came alive. It was clear Robbie hadn’t heard a thing.
What the heck could I say next? “I see you have tattoos.”
“Yep,” he said, and pushed up the sleeve on his right arm. “Check this out.”
They were [...]