Surgeon – Chapter Twenty-Seven

NOT EDITED Chapter Twenty-Seven 3:23 PM; CLINSTONE, HANNAH FROST’S APARTMENT, BEDROOM “She’s only been dead for about half an hour,” Bo said. “Lips removed, but no mark on her arm. No blood was drawn.” “Why not? I mean, why forgo that?” Jacob asked. Bo shrugged, squatting down for a side angle of Hannah Frost’s face.Continue reading “Surgeon – Chapter Twenty-Seven”