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YOUR MYSTERY SERIES
VOL I, PART 1
FEATURING
"THE MYSTERY OF THE DEAD HUSBAND"
Read the First Installment of this Mystery Today!
Here's a excerpt of the story:
Cookie looked confused, “How does someone just disappear? In a marriage, don’t we usually say,
‘I’m going to see my sister for a few days’, or ‘I’m going fishing’. Who just ups and disappears?”
“Victor does, and has, and may have done so two days ago,” Annie replied matter-of-factly. “I believe the difference this time is that his car is still in the garage.”
“Perhaps Victor’s on a cruise; perhaps he called for a taxi to take him to the docks,” Cookie replied nonchantly. For some reason her laundry basket was beginning to seem more interesting than this saga of Victor and Mrs. G.
“Do you want to know why I’m dragging you to Mrs. G’s house?” Annie asked.
”I’m totally befuddled,” Cookie admitted.
At this point they were standing in Mrs. G’s driveway in front of the one-car garage doorway. Annie stooped, grabbed the handle of the garage door and lifted it up to open.
Cookie gasped and found herself grabbing at Annie’s arm to steady herself. Scrawled across the back wall of the garage were words that read: He is hanged, is he?
The letters were about 2 feet in height and seemed to have been written in a dark, blood-colored ink or paint.
“That’s not blood, is it?” Cookie was still holding Annie’s arm tightly.
“I’m not an expert - - I hope not,” Annie spoke tersely, kicking up her manager-in-control tones a notch.
In the background, the sound of a woodpecker repeateldy pounding his beak against the branch of a sweet gum tree was as lethal and as ominous as machine-gun fire.
“Where is Mrs. G right now?” Cookie asked, her voice had dropped a few octaves as she forced herself to breathe deeply.
