In a Cellar Down and Dirty
In a Cellar Down and DirtyThe woman’s eyes flashed terror when Juan Ramirez took her beach bag and dumped the contents onto the floor. He prodded the items with the toe of his boot, listening as the garbled pleas gushed through the leather muzzle covering the woman’s mouth. ?I’m sorry, did you say something?? Ramirez said, knowing the muzzle was overkill. In the lower depths of the station, nobody would hear the tourist’s cries, muzzle or not. ?You will have plenty of time for confessions.? The...