Murder In The Irish Channel (Chanse MacLeod Mysteries) - Plot & Excerpts
The sun was setting in the west, and darkness was starting to fall over the city. Gravel and shells crunched under my feet as I walked across the parking lot to where I parked my car. I pulled the keys out of my pocket just as a couple of cars pulled into the lot and parked on the other side. My phone rang as I was unlocking my car. With a sigh I pulled it out of my pocket and glanced at the screen. Venus’s face scowled at me, and I smothered a grin the way I always did when I saw the picture. I’d taken it one night when we were at the Avenue Pub, and her expression clearly was take the picture and I’ll cut you, asshole. I answered it as I slid my key into the ignition lock. “MacLeod. What’s up?” “Chanse, it’s Venus.” She sounded tired. “We found your missing person’s car. You might want to get over here—I’ve got the lab working the car. No sign of your missing person, though—but like I said, you probably want to get over here.” “Where are you?” “Annunciation and St.
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