Max Hardigrew Car Mystery, Volume 1: The Cannibal Cabal
The wet slap of a raw steak smacking a human face echoed across the courtyard as the constable made his way to Max Hardigrew’s estate, a rambling collection of 70 or so old Winnebagos connected via ramshackle wooden hallways. The constable needed Hardigrew’s help now more than ever, though he was never fond of visiting the brilliant recluse.
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