THE NAME BADGE by Taral Wayne

Sitting around one of the tiny tables at Bitondo’s Pizza, Middleton, Cooter and Tuttle looked down at the worn namebadge. They were all thinking the same thing … that, in some way, the innocent-seeming scrap of card was somehow responsible for Arn Metzger’s death. None of them believed in supernatural causation, but they all had a keen appreciation of psychologically-driven malaises.

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