There was nothing distinctive about her except the hat — the shape and color of a pumpkin, with a cockerel feather curving up from the center. And that is all Scott Henderson could remember when his life depended on it. He had met her in a bar...
Abby entro al elevador y las puertas se cerraron con el sonido de una pala levantando canto rodado. De pronto sintio el perfume de alguien mas y tambien de un limpiador con aroma de limon. El elevador se movio unos cuantos centimetros hacia...