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Introductîon
A Dose o Murder, Mysery and Mayem brîngs ogeer an ececîc mîx o sorîes rom Pï’s o mîscîevous maîds and a mîx o cangîng room deecîves rown în – ere îs someîng or everyone wo îkes eîr eroîca înged wî înrîgue Wen a submîssîon ca îs pu ou îno e word you never know quîe wa sor o sorîes you wî ge sen back – a îs par o e excîemen o puîng ogeer an anoogy ï wî admî ï was bo nervous and excîed o read e submîssîons Wen ey sared o rîcke în ï wasn’ dîsappoîned he sorîes ï ave seeced sow of a number o dîferen syes a ave been e core o a good mysery sorîes or many years So weer you îke your sorîes wî a bî o grî or more îg eared cosy mysery a ere sorîes pack a bî o ea and ï ope you enjoy!
Nîcoe Gesa Augus 2016
Selies
by Michael Bracken
ï ad once suppored myse quîe we by aîîng ceaîng spouses, akîng reveaîng poograps o eîr înIdeîîes, and deîverîng prîns and negaîves o dîvorce aorneys and e cîens ey represened Socîa medîa and cangîng socîa mores eîmînaed muc o my busîness Ceaers now ou emseves roug eîr poss, wees, and seIes Sexua acîvîîes a ad once been îega even beween consenîng adus bound by marrîage are now e subjec o besseîng books and casua dîscussîon among co-workers houg a sporadîc rîcke o cîens keeps my baance see în e back, ï dîd no repace my buxom recepîonîs wen se acceped a beer ofer rom e însurance company wî oices wo Loors beow mîne, nor dîd ï repace my curvaceous gîrrîend wen se receîved a beer ofer rom a senîor parner a e aw Irm were se works as a paraega So, ï spend my days surIng e ïnerne and my evenîngs ryîng o remember wa î ees îke o ge aîd by a woman wo doesn’ carge or massages wî appy endîngs Sîîng în my oice one Tuesday mornîng, readîng e day’s eadînes on e oca newspaper’s websîe, ï eard a deîcae coug ï ooked up o see a sender bonde sandîng în e open doorway Se wore a back sea dress a ugged er mînîma curves, ed er purse în one and and ed a manîa enveope în e oer Se was amos prey “ï’m sorry o înerrup,” se saîd, “bu ere’s no one ou ron” “My recepîonîs îs on break,” ï expaîned ï dîdn’ expaîn a Sea’s break ad ased amos eîgeen mons “Do you ave an appoînmen?” My vîsîor sook er ead “ï’m sorry Do ï need one?”
ï made a producîon o ceckîng my empy appoînmen caendar “ï ave îme now,” ï saîd as ï moîoned oward e wo caîrs on e vîsîor sîde o my desk “Come în Have a sea” Se crossed e room, examîned bo caîrs, and en seeced e one coses o my desk ï asked, “Wa can ï do or you?” “You dîd some work or my moer” Se opened e manîa enveope, pued ou a a dozen gossy 8”x10” poograps, and spread em across my desk ïn e op poograp, an oder, preîer, and quîe naked versîon o e woman sîîng on e ar sîde o my desk was împaed benea an equay naked man a er age wo ad a dîsîncîve por-wîne bîrmark on îs et ass ceek ï dîd no need o examîne e poograps o remember e woman, oug ï preended ï dîd as ï sîted roug em and e myse becomîng aroused Janîce Seperd was e ony cîen ï ever ad so desperae o end er marrîage a se îred me o prove er înIdeîy, and poograpîng er wî er over ad been one o e ew îmes ï used a rîpod and a îmer ï asked, “How dîd you Ind me?” he bonde Lîpped one o e poograps over and ï saw my name and address rubber-samped on e back Se saîd, “ï adn’ expeced o Ind you ere ater a ese years, Mr Fock, bu ï ad o ry” “Car” îke er, ï adn’ expeced o Ind myse în e same oice ater a ese years ï ad gone prîvae ater ree years spen wakîng a bea în a bad neîgbourood, and, ater a ew prosperous years a saw me addîng a recepîonîs and subconracîng work o of-duy bea cops ï ad once worked wî, ï ad oug ï was rîdîng a rocke o e op ïnsead, ï’d gone îno ree a “Ca me Car” As Janîce’s dauger reaced across e op o my desk and we sook ands, se saîd, “Kaeen Seperd” “Wa can ï do or you Mîss Seperd?” “ï was Ive wen my parens dîvorced,” se saîd “Neîer one ever od me wy My aer ook îs own îe a ew years aer,
bu my moer dîdn’ pass unî receny Wîe goîng roug er îngs, ï ound ese” Kaeen nodded a e sîx poograps sî spread across my desk hey ad been careuy cuîvaed rom severa undred aken over e course o a ong evenîng wîc et my cîen saîsIed and er pre-Vîagra over spen ï ad been careu o make prîns o ony ose poograps în wîc e woman was îdenîIabe, and ï ad desroyed a negaîves în wîc any par o e man’s ace was vîsîbe “ï dîdn’ reaîze you were a prîvae învesîgaor,” se saîd “ï oug you were a poograper” “ï am wen ï need o be,” ï saîd “So, wy dîd you ake ese pîcures?” “he same reason ï ook a e oers îke ese,” ï expaîned “To ep peope exî bad marrîages” “My aer îred you?” Wen ï dîdn’ respond, se saîd, “Bo o my parens are dead, so ere’s no one et o proec” ï dîdn’ correc er here’s aways someone o proec *** Wen Kaeen Seperd exîed my oice a ew mînues aer, ï never expeced o see er agaîn ha aternoon, e însurance company downsaîrs caed wî an assîgnmen An auo-mobîe accîden vîcîm wî no îdenîIabe socîa medîa presence was caîmîng a back înjury Two days aer ï deîvered severa dozen dîgîa poograps o e man unoadîng La screen eevîsîons rom e back o a soen deîvery ruck he oowîng week ï eped an edery woman wîou compuer skîs ocae a ong-os cousîn, and ï was back o kîîng îme cruîsîng e ïnerne wen Edgar Waînwrîg învîed me o unc a îs cub ï ad neîer seen nor spoken o Waînwrîg în severa years and was surprîsed o see ow îe reîremen ad canged îm houg îs îon’s mane o aîr ad compeed îs ransîîon rom back o sîver and e creases a e corners o îs eyes ad deepened, e sî wore a aîored ree-pîece suî and sî sood ramrod sraîg wen e greeed me
“How many dîvorce cases dîd you work or me?” Waînwrîg asked ater we seed îno pace a îs abe and ï ad my Is wrapped around a umber o Jack-and-Coke “Severa dozen,” ï saîd ï ad never known Waînwrîg o represen a mae cîen în a dîvorce, and ï suspeced e îred some o e women ï ound sraddîng drunken usbands în ceap moe rooms, bu îs cecks ceared e bank so ï never asked quesîons “You were my bes cîen” “One o em as come back o bîe us în e ass,” e saîd houg ï ad a premonîîon, ï asked, “Wîc one?” “he Seperds,” e saîd “Janîce and Cares hey ad a dauger, mus ave been Ive wen ey dîvorced, and se was în e oice e oer day Se ad quesîons abou some poos se’d ound” ï dîdn’ e îm Kaeen ad been o see me Irs “You spoke o er?” “No,” Waînwrîg saîd “One o e junîor parners od er e aorney wo anded er moer’s dîvorce ad reîred and suggesed se e e maer drop Ater e escored er rom e oice, e poned me” ï sîpped rom my drînk “hîs soud never ave appened,” Waînwrîg saîd “ï od Mrs Seperd o desroy e poograps ater we ad e Ina decree here soud ave been noîng or er dauger o Ind” ha e poos sî exîsed ad surprîsed me, bu ï ad no been boered by eîr exîsence neary as muc as Waînwrîg “You need o dîssuade Mîss Seperd rom askîng any more quesîons abou ose poograps” Waînwrîg opened îs wae and anned sîx crîsp Benjamîns on e abe beween us “hîs soud be enoug o ge you sared” ï scooped up e money, oded î în a, and sîpped î îno my sîr pocke hen ï Inîsed my Jack-and-Coke and reurned o my oice o spend îme rereadîng my Ie rom e Seperd case, reresîng my memory o e evens a ed o my poograpîng Waînwrîg’s cîen în Lagrane deîco
*** Cares Seperd came rom generaîons o amîy money, ad been a proessor o bîbîca îsory, and was presîden o e sae’s arges Bîbe coege a e îme o e dîvorce Janîce Wîson Seperd came rom a more modes background and ad me Cares wîe an undergraduae sudyîng Home Economîcs a a Bapîs unîversîy în Texas were e was compeîng a PD hey marrîed e summer ater er graduaîon, a year beore e receîved îs docorae ater successuy deendîng îs dîsseraîon on e wo accepabe Bîbîca grounds or dîvorce Kaeen was born severa years aer, wen Janîce was ory-Ive, and on er Itîe bîrday Janîce reaîned Waînwrîg, wo subsequeny reaîned me ï aîed Cares Seperd or more an a mon and ad sub-conraced a coupe o of-duy bea cops o aî îm durîng ours o e day wen ï coudn’ he man ad no vîces He dîdn’ drînk, dîdn’ smoke, dîdn’ gambe, and dîdn’ even cas appraîsîng gances a e nubîe young women wo crossed îs pa on a daîy basîs Waînwrîg’s reacîon, wen ï presened my repor, surprîsed me because e preerred a ï never înerac wî îs cîens He rew my repor across e desk and gared a me “No one waks on waer,” e saîd “Tak o îs wîe” Janîce Seperd and ï me e oowîng day a a îbrary on e sou sîde were neîer o us was îkey o see or be seen by anyone we knew ï was seaed a a abe readîng a mornîng’s newspaper wen se seed ono a caîr opposîe me We ook a momen o appraîse one anoer—se exuded a repressed beauy, wî mînîma make-up and coîng a masked e voupuous Igure benea—beore we began Waînwrîg’s cîen undersood wa ï dîd or Waînwrîg and e me know se ad warned e dîvorce aorney a er usband woud prove dîicu o cac în any compromîsîng posîîon Se asked, “Wa î ï were e one o sray?” “You’d wan me o ake pîcures?”
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