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Category:
Mystery/Suspense
Publisher: Classic Haus Limited, L.C.
Type: Fiction
Pages: 314
Copyright: Feb. 13, 2014
ISBN-13: 9780615977881
Price: $3.99 (eBook)
One person cannot possibly be in two places at the same time. Or can they?
Certain he is correct, our reporter continued his quest to learn the truth.
A small town detective agreed to mentor a local newspaper reporter, who wished to enhance his sleuthing hobby. In the process of improving his observational skills, the reporter scrutinized various citizens torso and behavior. As his facial recognition abilities increased, he grew more aware of subtle similarities and differences.
The reporter soon became intrigued with an exceptional physical likeness between two young women. Each portray different cultures, and appear nothing alike in manner of dress, or in their separate lifestyles. The reporter, convinced they must be twins, maintained a constant vigil on his suspects.
He befriended one of these ladies to learn more about her. All attempts at justifying to himself she was a twin, proved futile. Subtle comments among her friends and family, confirmed she had only one sibling, an older brother.
These facts led our sleuth-hound reporter, to believe these two women were one in the same person.
Turning his attention from the proper lady, with her strict religious upbringing; to the one of questionable moral values. His observations only invited confusion, and generated unanswered questions. Each time his suspicions exposed another clue, a positive clarification negated the probability.
Their timetables overlapped, and one person cannot possibly be in two places at the same time. Or can they?
Certain his assumptions are correct, our reporter continued his quest to learn the truth.
Excerpt
Busy at work behind his aging roll-top desk, hearing the front door handle squeak, John Blaine peered over his horn-rim glasses. He grumbled as the intruder entered.
Who is bothering me at this time of night?
The rusty old bell swung from a curved tin strap atop the door, and made a dull clink as the door shut. John leapt from his chair.
“Well, if you aren’t a sight for sore eyes, welcome home Martin.”
“Just stepped off the bus Mr. Blaine; figured you would still be here working.”
“The presses roll in the morning, you remember how the night before goes.”
“Sure do Mr. Blaine.”
“Seeing as you are home, are you ready to return to work?”
“I hoped you held the position for me Mr. Blaine.”
“Everyone is gone off, fighting the war. I have a girl typesetting, and two young boys running the presses.”
At first, Martin did not recognize the unusual lingering scent mixed with the familiar aroma of printers ink.
Must be perfume.
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