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Sanitizing the Safe House
Sanitizing the Safe House
Sanitizing the Safe House
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Sanitizing the Safe House

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Frankie works as a fixer, of sorts. You have a problem, Frankie takes care of it. Usually in an unusual, only vaguely legal, manner.

 

However, the one thing Frankie can't fix is his past.

 

Angela.

 

His angel.

 

Until she shows up out of nowhere while he's fixing a problem.

 

Maybe there is hope.

 

Or maybe it's time to burn it all down.

 

Another short mystery from Leah R Cutter, part of the Year of Mystery!

LanguageEnglish
Release dateOct 17, 2021
ISBN9798201897208
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    Sanitizing the Safe House - Leah R Cutter

    Sanitizing the Safe House

    Sanitizing the Safe House

    An Angela and Frankie Story

    Leah R Cutter

    Knotted Road Press

    Contents

    Sanitizing the Safe House

    About the Author

    Also by Leah R Cutter

    About Knotted Road Press

    Sanitizing the Safe House

    Paper burns differently than wood. Particularly when you’re dealing with bound items, like weekly planners, old yearbooks, sheaves of letter tied together with pink ribbon. It takes time to destroy all that evidence of a life well lived, time to build a fire hot enough to burn through all the photographs and old recipes.

    Time I didn’t have. My client had been compromised, and I had to get him the hell out of Dodge.

    Or Topeka, actually, where my current charge had been living.

    This particular safe house was a really nice place, well taken care of. It had been built back in the early fifties—a brick rambler with a stand of pine trees to block the winter winds whipping across the prairie. Backyard was wide open, just a short wooden fence to mark the property line. It would have been a great place to raise kids, with more trees just past the fence, as well as a small creek.

    Idyllic, really. Norman Rockwell come to life.

    Except for the meth lab that had sprung up at neighbor’s.

    The area was now crawling with ATF, FBI, and every other three-letter acronym department you could think of, as well as a few you’ve never heard of.

    Officers hadn’t started looking hard at my client. But they would. And while my team was good, even they made mistakes. Some official would find something and come to question my guy. And me, I was just a contractor for one

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