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Dumbass is Dumbass
Dumbass is Dumbass
Dumbass is Dumbass
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When a young couple driving cross country go suddenly missing in rural South Dakota, it’s up to Sheriff Frank Calhoun, with the help of a rookie deputy, to figure out whether foul play was involved in a county suspicious of outsiders.

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Release dateNov 20, 2022
ISBN9781479466801
Dumbass is Dumbass

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    Dumbass is Dumbass - Andrew Welsh-Huggins

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    COPYRIGHT INFORMATION

    DUMBASS IS DUMBASS, by Andrew Welsh-Huggins

    ABOUT THE AUTHOR

    COPYRIGHT INFORMATION

    Copyright © 2022 by Andrew Welsh-Huggins.

    Original publication by Wildside Press, LLC.

    wildsidepress.com | bcmystery.com

    DUMBASS IS DUMBASS,

    by Andrew Welsh-Huggins

    Their names were Jose and Phillipa Rivera. Home was a place named Newark, New York, in the region called upstate, but they were relocating cross country to Seattle where an aunt said the fields were greener. They hadn’t been heard from in a week, according to Phillipa’s sister. And now, as luck would have it, they were Sheriff Frank Calhoun’s problem.

    The good news, if you could put it that way, was at least he had something to go on thanks to modern technology. When Calhoun started his career four decades earlier, people left far fewer tracks when they disappeared. Vanishing from the face of the earth wasn’t just hyperbole. But these days the digital world was fighting back. Ones and zeroes were leaving clues as useful as boot treads in dried mud or blood streaks on a wall—or better, sometimes.

    Case in point, the text messages Phillipa exchanged with Rosa—the sister—seven days ago. Phillipa was nervous—she texted—because they were almost out of gas. They had miscalculated the distance between highway exits once they left Minnesota, and watched the needle inch toward empty as mile after mile passed. Finally, according

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