Lovers, Muggers and Thieves
LOVERS, MUGGERS AND THIEVES A Novel By Edward McInnis ACKNOWLEDGMENTS Special thanks to Lynda Connolly for her invaluable assistance in preparing this book. Website, book conversion & publication by Kendrick * * * "Down by the river, down by the banks of the River Charles. That's where you'll find me along with lovers, muggers and thieves. Ah, but they're cool people. 'Cause I love that dirty water. Oh, Boston you're my home." Dirty Water by The Standells CHAPTER 1 I KILLED YOUR WIFE. CATCH ME IF YOU CAN. TRY AND KILL ME. HA HA. The letter had been sent, not to my home, but here. My office in the old Textile Building at the frayed edges of Boston's famous Chinatown and infamous Combat Zone. White business-size envelope, my name and address typed, no return address. Postmarked Boston. A single sheet of 8 1/2" X 11" white paper folded in thirds. The sentences composed of capital letters apparently cut out of magazines. Diedre had been killed five years before and the murderer never found. Her doom-day was a few months after our one-year wedding anniversary. As I recalled: November 13th. The hair on my forearms and the back of my neck rose when I looked at my desk calendar. Today was Thursday. November 13th. CHAPTER 2 Should I bring the letter to the cops? What could they do but dust it for fingerprints? And I would bet my crime-detecting iridescent fire opal ring that the killer had worn latex gloves. Why had he waited so long to surface? Why had he surfaced at all? Why was he seemingly asking to be killed? Why had he killed Diedre? Where was he? Who was he? Who? As I thought of Diedre, I felt a bittersweet melancholy, a nostalgia for what might have been but never was, a high and deep yearning for what could never be.
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