I started seeing these buttons not long after I arrived in this “Kansas City.” As a detective, this is the kind of thing that butters my bread. Or, in my case, licks my bread wrapper, because as you know I can’t afford butter or bread. Mystery! Intrigue! Other words that mean the same as Mystery! … Continue reading »
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Rock Gladstone: Private Eye
Have you ever had one of those days where you wake up and the hovering island you’ve been living on for the last eight years has completely vanished and you find yourself laying in garbage in a strange city with no idea where you are or how you got there? Probably not. Forget I asked. … Continue reading »
