Glæpasögur
Zelda’s Tavern was at the crossroads, and most of the local boys, farmers’ sons and youngsters from the tiny town of Liggon’s Falls, congregated there for a cold beer about eight o’clock each night. Sometimes they brought dates, but that was a rarity since the area was notoriously short of eligible females. That didn’t include the summer vacationists from New York City, of course… And that's where the trouble started.
© 2019 Wildside Press (Rafbók): 9781479443390
Útgáfudagur
Rafbók: 16 maj 2019
Glæpasögur
Zelda’s Tavern was at the crossroads, and most of the local boys, farmers’ sons and youngsters from the tiny town of Liggon’s Falls, congregated there for a cold beer about eight o’clock each night. Sometimes they brought dates, but that was a rarity since the area was notoriously short of eligible females. That didn’t include the summer vacationists from New York City, of course… And that's where the trouble started.
© 2019 Wildside Press (Rafbók): 9781479443390
Útgáfudagur
Rafbók: 16 maj 2019
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