From The Ming Thing...
“I guess we should tell someone.” Peering through the plain glass, top half of her spectacles, Isabel could see people milling about in the mall. Not many of them were anywhere close to the metal railing encircling the merry-go-round. The middle-aged man managing the ride had abandoned his post to flirt with a college-age girl working behind the counter of a snack bar.
“Probably should. Go ahead, tell somebody,” Maxcine urged, snugging her grip on her steed even tighter.
“You do it.”
“Your idea; you scream bloody murder.”
“Murder? Who said anything about murder?” Isabel questioned. “She's dead, is all.”
“She might have had help getting that way.”
Volume 5 - Hershel & Gavin
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