• The Unrequested Pizza

Doolan ripped open the thermal bag. The warmth of two pizzas hit his face. Smiling, he elbowed the doorbell. But Doolan was no delivery boy. He had found the pizza laden moped idling by a block of flats on the other side of town. But tonight was not about delivering pizza. Tonight was about murder.

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