“People at the Tuesday market smell like cigarettes and poo. Sometimes I smell mothballs, or urine. Nothing like the young girls on the street wearing scents they got from Santa. Nothing like the tall white boys with bad hair. They smell cheap.”
A brutal murder occurs on a mundane Tuesday morning at a small-town market. Poor old Mrs. Crew, stinking of fish and death. Was it the fishmonger, or the old gypsies selling flowers? Just who did kill Mrs. Crew?
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