Darkness Once More
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Recently widowed private eye, autistic, Full House super-fan and go-to guy for all random pop culture questions long past their sell-by date, Archie Lemons starts his first case since his finding his wife murdered in their home. Will this case help snap him from his reverie or will it prove to be his final undoing?
besides, the cell number was the only number she had given me. With that, and knowing now that she was broke, I can tie up that loose end, I suppose. He continued, “See, nothing too exciting there. I found nothing on the daughter, which isn’t really unusual since she is young, right?” “Yeah, she just turned eighteen not too long ago.” “See, yeah, that’s no big deal. The thing that is weird though is that I can’t find anything on this David Fick character. And I mean nothin’! It’s as if he’s a
work. Frustration and anger was turning my face bright red, I could just feel it. “Helloooooooooo! I’m standing right here! Seriously, anyone?!” One of the women looked up with expressionless eyes, “Yes, what can I do for you?” “Wow, hey thanks, I do exist! Fantastic. I feel all warm inside now.” “What do you want, sir?” “Oh, I’m sir now. I’m movin’ on up to the east side now. Look at me, gonna get me a dry cleanin’ business!” Her expressionless eyes now showed pure hatred as she stared
“Well, we were able to match the bullet from Mr. Brandon to another recent murder.” I closed my eyes and waited to see where his story was going to take me. I started to get a really bad feeling about my missing girl, now. They had to have found her murdered. I took a deep breath as he started talking again. “I’m sorry, Archie, but the bullet we dug out of Wayne Brandon’s skull was fired from the same gun that killed your wife.” 19. I lowered my phone from my ear when I heard the news and
girl from the hotel? Yes, that would be her.” “And I suppose her mother was your handy work, too. Correct? “Yes, actually. My husband and I handled her. We wanted to make sure it wouldn’t get fucked up. You know what they say.” She stole another glance at McKigney in the corner. “But why her? What did she have to do with anything? Why did she have to die but not me? Enlighten me.” “I don’t know how you got this far, Mr. Lemons. You’re not very bright, are you?” Actually, I had it all pretty
seemed to have a pretty easy time tracking down people. This proved true once again for Mallory, although most people who saw her didn’t know her, just recognized her, as she seemed to be hanging around an area that wasn’t a hotspot for kids her age. Flipping through the photographs I have from various security cameras, all I can see is a young woman sitting at various restaurants and hotel lobbies, mostly drinking water and not really interacting with anyone. Once or twice, I believe she was