A taste of Don't Call Me Baby, a mystery by Betty Byers: They were lying side by side on the bed which was covered in blood. I was rooted to the doorway, silent, unable to process the horror of the scene in front of me. Pam was staring up at the ceiling a huge gaping cut in her throat. In her hand was a cut-throat razor. I thought I would have screamed at seeing something like that, but I couldn't get any noise out of my mouth. It was open, but no sound would come and I was shaking from head to foot. It was all I could do to stay upright and fight the overwhelming need to vomit from the smell of blood.