Mr. Slithers
Carter cursed as his keys fell out of his hand and smacked the tile. His hands were full, he was exhausted, and in desperate need of a shower. A planned two-week vacation to Thailand had somehow morphed into five weeks of zipping around South Asia in a rickety jeep with an enchanting woman named Buppha. He never would’ve left, but someone had stolen his identity back in his home area in upstate New York and run up crazy charges on his credit cards. He planned to get that all...