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Death of a Bible Salesman
Death of a Bible Salesman
Death of a Bible Salesman
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World War II wasn’t all glory and patriotic sacrifice, as Louise Pearlie discovers when a murdered con man is discovered in the alley behind her boardinghouse. When she conducts her own investigation, she finds that justice doesn’t always involve the law.

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Release dateApr 30, 2022
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    Death of a Bible Salesman - Sarah R. Shaber

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    COPYRIGHT INFORMATION

    DEATH OF A BIBLE SALESMAN by Sarah R. Shaber

    ABOUT THE AUTHOR

    COPYRIGHT INFORMATION

    Copyright © 2015 by Sarah R. Shaber.

    Originally published in Murder Under the Oaks: The 2015 Bouchercon Anthology.

    Published by Wildside Press, LLC.

    wildsidepress.com | bcmystery.com

    DEATH OF A BIBLE SALESMAN

    by Sarah R. Shaber

    I was closest to the door when the bell rang, so naturally I was the one who opened it.

    Are you the lady of the house? the man asked. He was a small person. I had to look down to speak to him.

    No, I said, I’m one of her boarders. My name is Louise Pearlie. You want Mrs. Phoebe Holcombe.

    May I speak to her? he asked. If she’s not too, well, distressed.

    Distressed? What was the man talking about?

    Who are you? I asked.

    Hiram King. He removed his black fedora, revealing slicked-down hair with thick comb marks running through it, and held the hat respectfully over his chest. His head was slightly bowed, like an undertaker welcoming mourners to a wake. Even though today was Saturday he wore a natty black suit and tie, which just reinforced his ghoulish image.

    I hate to intrude at such a sad time, he said, but I think Mrs. Holcombe would want to see me.

    I didn’t know what he was talking about. The saddest we’d been

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