One Murder to Another

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mowe shifted uneasily in his seat, although it was a modern recliner seat with soft Italian leather the room felt hot and dry, the old c

for camping in a dump

l Jim had learnt. It was not unusual to have people come up and down the stairs in such manner; as a matter of fact the offices

hecked or replaced. It was owned by a short stout man, who was on the wrong side of forty. His name was Clem and he

chael Jackson go in once to have a new set of sparkling white teeth, M.J had a knack for self modification, and Clem seemed like the kind

r eyes and goat milk poured on their skin or so he heard. If Jim had a choice of what should be put on his eyes and poured on his sk

t she looked like but there were two good things about her; her eyes and her hair. She had the kind of eyes that could easily put you in an hypn

lph Hitler could have been planning another world conquest in there with the help of Mickey Mouse and Santa Clus, Ji

y place where men and women with dolorous faces went in, spent hours and came out loo

o just go jump in a well and if there was none available, for another two hundred dollars, he would

was fully aware that whoever it was, was co

ction? By God!, he was already growing fat and lazy sitting there

way. His shoes were super shiny and Jim found himself wondering if it was the

im said, forcin

he chair rocked dangerously, and for a moment or so, Jim thought the cheap f

e", the man’s voice th

come to spend some time wit

hind on your rent and I felt

waiting for you to com

nt while trying to decide w

se of yours and do something mea

he had heard that statement a million

m replied, while trying to lock ey

on as you get going; you use up a lot of air,

a dying patient who was struggling fo

s month end", with that the man st

k to life. He knew the man wasn't bluffing. His landlord was ve