Mystery Fiction by Lyndy Wibking It was 10:07 p.m., and still Jack was nowhere in sight. In her old car in a corner of the fairground’s huge dirt parking lot, Bonnie Honeybone stared out the windshield at the fair’s whirling, blurring, blinking riot of a skyline a hundred yards distant. Against the vast blackness ofContinue reading “Shooting Gallery”