A Murder In Boca

The cracked peephole was my first clue that something was terribly wrong.

The door was forced open, so I took the .22 out of my holster and then did my best NYPD impersonation. Turns out I was too late.

The room was a mess–and so was the body.

Of course “they” didn’t find what they wanted, I had the Pasha Stone in my pocket the whole time.

Now, not only did I have to get the stone back to my client–I had to avenge a death.

Published by Tawanna

Sometimes writer, most times editor. Lover of mysteries and 70s/80s horror movies. Author of The Next Girl (short story collection) and The Closet Case (mystery).

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