I sat on my bed few minutes after I woke up from sleep. It was just 6am I'm off duty today so I did not bother to leave the bed then I started to recollect all what happened the previous day......she came in black hood I couldn't see her face then she dropped the brown paper bag on my table and left did Nora not see her as she came in. Nora is my secretary and she knows everything I do where I am at a particular time all you could think of execpt this I think. Then I called Nora to know if she let anyone into my office but she the answer was negative I did not bother to tell her any thing about the woman that came in I hung up and opened the paper bag only for me to find the clippings arranged according to their sizes anh held together with a staple pin the first clipping had..."she died there"...on it second one had ..."do you really want to enjoy the afthermath"...third one had..."belive me it's all temporary"....but the fourth paper was the one that really baffled me it was the picture of my sisters casino in Texas.....THE PUB..... I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth then questions started to come to my mind "why did she send the clippings to me?.....why was my sister's casino involved all whys buh no answer....." the knock on the door brought me back to reality. I rinsed my mouth quickly put on a shirt and went to answer the door. "Hi Mike ". It was Sally. Sally sanders my girlfriend. "Hey morning come in "I replied. "I figured out you won't be on shift this morning so I decied to come over she said" moving towards the couch "any plans for today she asked? " I don't hide anything from her since she was a lawyer so I told her about the clippings of the day before and gave everything to her. We talked some more then she left for her office promising to get back to me on the the clippings.dwdsesdd
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the.....SHADOW......behind
General FictionThe book is about a guy that started getting news paper clippings from an unknown source and the clippings contained a crime scene he was familiar with.....
