Worked To Death (Working Stiff Mysteries Book 2) - Plot & Excerpts
I'm not sure what that said about Hank O'Hannigan and his music preferences, but whenever someone came up on stage and turned on the microphone—the music stopped and the big karaoke screen lit up. It was waiting on the operator to scroll through and make a selection. Only, the current occupant of the stage was wearing the tiny pink bikini top that I'd had offered to me earlier in the day, and she was wearing it with a pair of torn white jeans and a dirty, blue bathrobe that was untied at the waist. She also sported slippers that were leopard print but had seen better days. Her face was tear-stained and her mascara obviously not waterproof. Her hair was disheveled with no sign that she'd been at the beauty shop only hours ago. She'd obviously been hitting the alcohol pretty hard since she'd been notified of her husband's death and questioned by the police. I couldn't imagine what she was going through. But as she began to talk in long, drawn-out phrases, it looked like no one would have to imagine it—she was going to tell us.
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