Jackie Lee and the St. Moritz White Turf Mystery

She was a kind woman, both T.J. and I were exhausted, she started the hearth and sat in her recliner. I crashed next to her chair and T.J. crashed in front of the fire. I dreamed about Casey Lane, when would she find us?

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