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Bourbon On The Rocks #12


His lungs gasped for air that had been knocked out of them by the wall.

"And what's wrong with me? You're wanted for the murder of a lounge singer and you have the nerve to ask what's wrong with me?" I asked incredulously.

He fought for the air to spit out his words, "Not for murder. I'm wanted for questioning."

"Right," I said, nodding my head. "And you're hiding out here because you're innocent?"

"No," he said as he pulled a flat glass flask out of his pocket and drank from it. "I'm hiding because I'm being framed for murder."

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    Neville Hunt over 6 years ago

    Ah, a frame-up (or alleged one)....this should be fun. Good pace Christopher, I’m looking forward to tomorrow’s episodes. 😲

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    Christopher over 6 years ago

    Thanks, Neville.

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    Christopher over 6 years ago

    Thanks, Drew.

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    Christopher almost 6 years ago

    Thank you, Andre.

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