The Martyr's Strange Course: Train Ride to Murder, #4

By Wallace Maison

Everyone wanted to claim credit for the murder of a passenger who died in the train's dining car, everyone except for the real murderer.

 

The final story and epilogue in this series, which are best when read in sequence.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Wallace Maison
• Release date: Oct 2, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393819653

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THE MARTRY'S STRANGE COURSE & EPILOGUE

Story 4

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Wallace Maison

Acknowledgememt/Disclaimers

Copyright 8 2020 by Wallace Maison

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Publisher's Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author's imagination. Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, institutions, or locales is completely coincidental.

Train Ride to Murder / Wallace Maison

Table of Contents

Title Page

Acknowledgement/Disclaimer

Table of Contents

Train Route Map

The Martyr's Strange Course

Epilogue

About & Contact

Train Route Map

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THE MARTYR'S STRANGE COURSE

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Mr. Greene pushed his pillow up against the window and nestled his cheeks into the soft, foamy fabric. Klamath Falls lay happily an hour behind him. Within six or seven hours, he would be arriving in Portland, and Lily would be waiting for him, standing in the shade under the platform's roof. It was a pleasant thought and he closed his eyes.

The next moment, Greene felt a jarring bounce to his seat. When he looked around, he saw that a heavy-set man had plopped into the seat next to him. The man's shirt was damp with sweat and each time he belched, he sent a cloud of whiskey-breath in Greene's direction.

Long time, no see, he said.

Mr. Greene knew him as Irwin, a law officer who he couldn't abide.

Aren't you going to welcome me aboard? I had to run to catch this train.

Greene ignored him and closed his eyes again.

Burge is on board. We had a drink together. I thought you would want to know. I hear you two have history.

Greene said nothing and kept his nose buried in the pillow.

After sitting in silence for several minutes, Greene again felt his seat being jarred. When his eyes squinted