Saturday, December 10, 2016

Detectives have sympathetic wives

Jeff jumped out of his chair and started for the door. I stepped in front of him. "Where are you going, Jeff?"

"Up to  have a chat with Polly Franklin."

"Then I'm going with you. I won't stay here alone."

"Haila, why don't you go to some seaside resort for a couple of weeks? Lie in the soothing sand, bask in the healing sun . . .?"

"And read in the newspaper how the murderer gave you your lumps? No, thanks. I want to see you get your lumps. Let's go."

(from The Frightened Stiff, by Kelley Roos)

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