Rated R. Contains violence, profanity, and crimes against chemistry.
By Jonathon Sullivan
Rufus didn’t relent. “How come you ain’t got a license, skillet face?”
Shari struggled to keep her own distaste under control. Emotion could screw up the reading, her own pheromones and toxins clogging up the massive olfactory bulb and entorhinal cortex that occupied most of her cranium. She took a deep breath, pulling air through her huge nostrils, trying to calm herself. At least she didn’t have to see the man’s face.