BESTSELLERS & BEST FRIENDS
My book publishing blog, with murder mysteries woven through it.
If this is your first visit, be sure to start with “1. Let’s do it!”
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As I was saying yesterday, I slid the hidden switch. The bookshelf turned. The hidden room was revealed. I walked in with Aaron behind me.
I took a deep and perhaps final breath, and suddenly—and purposely—fell to the floor.
BLAM!
The gun went off. Detective Rocco’s gun.
Sort of as planned. There was no warning from her.
My ears rang. There was blood on me and on the floor. I could taste it. I spit.
And I looked at one very dead Aaron on the floor next to me. His bright pink sport coat, now with wet red on it. The red growing larger.
“Got him,” said Rocco, “And got everything he said on tape.”
Another police officer, the one hidden in the bedroom showed up. As did the one hidden down the hall beyond the elevator.
I was confused. “But when he shot the aquarium, why didn’t you—”
“It sounded like an aquarium getting shot,” Rocco cut me off, “Not a publisher.”
My plan worked. I guess. I was confused. And uncertain.
Tomorrow: Maybe, maybe not