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Mystery
(Fic)
Killing Time In LA: A James St.James Mystery
by Kenneth Lawson

1949 LA. James St.James is pulled into the investigation of a a professors wife who has been shot. The Husband confess. But the facts don't add up. "Sounds interesting!"

Chapter 1: Day One Thursday. June 9, 1949

The smell of coffee woke me up.

I followed the smell into the kitchen. Where  Brenda stood at the stove frying up some bacon and eggs.

“Smells good hun.” As  I  headed for the bathroom. I came back into the kitchen a few minute...





Chapter 2 Day Two, Friday,June 10, 1949

As the morning sun broke through the cracks in the vation blinds I woke up early. Laying in the bed staring at the ceiling I couldn’t help thinking that something was off somewhere yesterday. Who called me late yesterday, who else's knew I’d been to see ...





Chapter 3 Day Three, Saturday, June 11, 1949

The early sun was making slats of light across the room through the blinds as I woke up.  Laying in bed listening to the wind move the trees outside my open window I considered turning over and going back to sleep. But I resisted the temptation. I slid out of b...





Chapter 4 Day Four, Sunday, June 12, 1949

 While the sun had long ago peeked through the blinds in our bedroom window.

 I didn’t move. I didn't move for some time. Finely the call of nature way too much for me to ignore. Having done that . I made my way to the kitchen. Within a few minutes, the smell of coffee ...





Chapter 5 Day Five, Monday, June 13, 1949

 The smell of rain was still in the air.

 A quick glance out the window told it had rained hard. 

 While I did morning stuff I considered the progress we’d made yesterday.

 In some ways it had been a lot. 

But on the more basic level as ...





Chapter 6 Day Six ; Tuesday June 15, 1949

Sometime overnight the rain had cleared off.

I woke up to the sun cutting strips of light and dark through the venation blinds that we’d pulled down last night to keep the world out.

Last night Brenada and I had talked until long past dark. Then we...





Chapter 7 Day Seven; Wednesday June 16, 1949

The smell of coffee woke me up. 

Looking at the other side of the bed. I saw the covers rolled back where Brenda had gotten up before me. Something that didn't happen too often. I lay still for a moment. Then it came back to me. I’d been up all nigh...





Chapter 8 Day Eight: Thursday June 17, 1949

The death of Lyle Clements had set certain wheels in motion.

Among them, the ringing of my phone at seven in the morning.

The ringing of the phone had pulled me from my much needed sleep.

 I recognized the voice on the other end as Bob.






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