DARK DIAMOND REEL
Book Two in the
Fiddling With Murder
series
Fiddling With Murder
series
Chapter 1
Aspirin. I needed aspirin. Or something more potent. I lay in bed a moment longer, willing my head to stop pounding.
It didn't work.
This flu, or whatever it was, had got much worse overnight. Yesterday it was nausea. This morning, my head. I had to get something to ease it.
I crawled out of bed and wobbled into the kitchen for some water to go with my aspirin.
It was automatic to turn a light on in a dark room. Sometimes it's a mistake.
What was that at my kitchen table?
No!
Not again! Oh, please, not another dead body.
I stared at the dead man with eyes that couldn't quite focus. Maybe I was still asleep. Maybe he would soon vanish like bodies did sometimes in my nightmares.
I should have known it wouldn't be that easy.
The whole thing was absurd, insane, unfair. Again.
I wanted to scream. Too bad I never could do it on demand. Couldn't last time, couldn't now.
Who is he? How did he get here? Why me?
I wasn't ready to play the role of chief suspect in a murder investigation again. Why did some dead guy have to appear in my kitchen?
I didn't even know this man. I didn't know how he'd died. I didn't know what to do next.
One thing I did know. I was in trouble.
Deep, deep trouble.
Again.
It didn't work.
This flu, or whatever it was, had got much worse overnight. Yesterday it was nausea. This morning, my head. I had to get something to ease it.
I crawled out of bed and wobbled into the kitchen for some water to go with my aspirin.
It was automatic to turn a light on in a dark room. Sometimes it's a mistake.
What was that at my kitchen table?
No!
Not again! Oh, please, not another dead body.
I stared at the dead man with eyes that couldn't quite focus. Maybe I was still asleep. Maybe he would soon vanish like bodies did sometimes in my nightmares.
I should have known it wouldn't be that easy.
The whole thing was absurd, insane, unfair. Again.
I wanted to scream. Too bad I never could do it on demand. Couldn't last time, couldn't now.
Who is he? How did he get here? Why me?
I wasn't ready to play the role of chief suspect in a murder investigation again. Why did some dead guy have to appear in my kitchen?
I didn't even know this man. I didn't know how he'd died. I didn't know what to do next.
One thing I did know. I was in trouble.
Deep, deep trouble.
Again.
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