Satin and a .45 (PART 1)

... the size of my father’s living room. “Singer,” Liao asked. “She let it in,” I mumbled to myself. “She was expecting company. From the sound of the bark she has a small yappy dog?” “Palomer- shitzu something or other,” Woods clarified. “What’s cooking Singer,” Liao demanded. “She knew her killer,” I gestured behind me. “But if I had to take a stab in the dark I would say that she ...