Dead Ringer by Lisa L. Martin, art by Steffanie Blevins
Dead Ringer by Lisa Livingston Martin The giggling announced that the Women’s bathroom door had opened. I glanced at the clock. 11:48 p.m. I returned to my notes, turning the pen in my hand as my mind worked over the scrawled handwriting. The phone started ringing. Not the phone on the desk behind me. The pay…