Collection 1983 - The Hills Of Homicide (v5.0) - Plot & Excerpts
How did you find a man who did not want to be found when all you knew about him was that he was thirty-six years old and played a saxophone? Especially when some charred remains, tagged with this man’s name, had been buried in New Jersey? All you had to go on was a woman’s hunch. Not quite all. The lady with the hunch was willing to back her belief with fifty dollars a day for expenses and five thousand if the man was found. Kipling Morgan had set himself up as a private detective and this was his first case. Five thousand dollars would buy a lot of ham and eggs, and at the moment, the expense money was important. “No use to be sentimental about this,” he told himself. “This babe has the dough, and she wants you to look. So all right, you’re looking. What is there to fuss about?” He was conscientious; that was his trouble. He did not want to spend her money without giving something in return. Moreover, he was ambitious. He wanted very much to succeed with his first case, particularly such a case as this.
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