April 27th, 1947 4:19 p.m.
Been trying to make sense of it all. These Grimoires, they make no goddamn sense! Couple days ago, Dylan rings me up. Turns out she was lookin' for me as to, this spooked me a little but before that could set in she laid out an opportunity for answers. So, I start askin' Why was she the first one on the scene? Did he jump? Was it a cover up? Did she push him and then get enough grit together to realize what she'd done? She stayed silent, you woulda sworn she hung up had it not been for her somber breathin'. She gave me another second of that silence before the singing starts. What she told me was hard to grip. My blood boiled as she told me Bill wasn't no jumper, no coward.
I knew you had your interests Bill but Who'd you piss off enough for them to throw you out a damn window? As I settled on that new revelation, Dylan uttered somethin' that caught my attention. "Bill knew where the last Grimoire was" was what she said. There's somethin' goin' on and she knows what it is. We made plans to meet tonight.
YOU ARE READING
The Grimoires
Mystery / ThrillerThe year is 1947 and as odd as ever. A Detective stumbles on to something when investigating a suicide that hits a little to close to home. How can a word on a scrap piece of paper in the hand of the deceased, start such an ominous journey?
