The Doubtful Death Mystery - Chapter 2
“But I don’t have the capacity to be objective here, Jenny. Cliff wasn’t just an associate or even an old classmate. He was one of my best friends. Probably the best besides you, J.D.”
“It comes to six hundred thirty-one dollars and—" I glanced at the notepad in my lap. “And twenty-two cents.”
“Humph,” Timothy Linden muttered. “Leaves us a good one hundred nineteen or so short.”
I sw…
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