Stairway To The Bottom - A Mick Murphy Key West Mystery - Plot & Excerpts
Larry looked at Curly. I looked at Norm, who shook his head and smiled, and then I looked at Curly. For whatever reason, he didn’t want to appear to be in charge.“Curly, it seems you’ve been selected. Do you have the answer?” I kept eye contact with him.I could tell he wished he had a drink, the flesh covering his cue-ball head had that rosy color of a gin drinker. He wanted something in his hands to play with, a drink would’ve been good, anything to stall for a moment, to give his mind that extra second or two to qualify the situation, but he didn’t have anything and the only glass available was mine. His nervous facial expressions were comical while his dead brown eyes gave away nothing. Imagine a cue ball with eyes and making faces. It was hard not to laugh at him, at all of them, but the subject was deadly serious.“The two women, Natasha and Olga, worked freelance,” he said breaking the uneasy silence. His voice was much higher than I expected, and his Cockney accent was pronounced, as his comical expression turned serious.
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