tricia booker's my left hook

I received the call around noon that day. It had been perfect boating weather — 80 degrees, blue skies. It was also a perfect day for….MURDER! And skinny-dipping, apparently. I was the first responder on the scene. I had been sipping my Caramel Macchiato and perusing People magazine (Don’t Charlie Sheen’s eyes look crooked?) when Read More