Jake Randolph, Private Investigator Pt. 86
"Is there a problem, Mr. Blackmore?" Morgan asked, looking at me like I was a clown car in the middle of a funeral procession.
The old bat started flying again, "You're damned right there's a problem! This s.o.b. keeps trying to sell me encyclopedias and I don't want 'em!"
I'd had enough. I turned to the dried up hag and yelled, "Woman, I don't have any encyclopedias but if I did I'd see just how many volumes I could shove down your old throat!"
I was shaken from my tirade by the feel of a pistol barrel in my ribs...
- Category: Crime, Murder & Mystery
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Neville Hunt over 8 years ago
And then.....? I'm on the edge of my seat here.
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Christopher over 8 years ago
Thank you, Anna, my sweet. I appreciate your kind words. And I love nothing more than tickling your belly.
;)Thanks, Neville. I really only have time to write on the weekend, so I prepare them and send them out during the week. If I did too many at once you'd have to wait until the weekend to get more! Thanks for reading.
