Death from a Height

By C. D. Moulton

Armando Amarosa was quite the ladies' man. He was tall, good-looking, rich, had all the perfect lines, a very high-paying job, a large luxurious house, a yacht, a Maserati – what more could a man want?
So why did he jump from the tower? It was a place he took many a lady to watch the often spectacular sunrises and sunsets. His den room was filled with photos of a lovely lady with a colorful cloud formation behind.
Lt. Flores couldn't figure it. Why did so many of these people who had the world in the palm of their hand commit suicide?
Then the photos. Photos that Amarosa didn't take

• Language: English
• Publisher: C. D. Moulton
• Release date: Jul 29, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201110864

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Death From a Height

© 2013 & 2020 by C. D. Moulton

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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblances to persons, living or dead, or events is purely coincidental unless otherwise stated.

Armando Amarosa was quite the ladies’ man. He was tall, good-looking, rich, had all the perfect lines, a very high-paying job, a large luxurious house, a yacht, a Maserati – what more could a man want?

So why did he jump from the tower? It was a place he took many a lady to watch the often spectacular sunrises and sunsets. His den room was filled with photos of a lovely lady with a colorful cloud formation behind.

Lt. Flores couldn’t figure it. Why did so many of these people who had the world in the palm of their hand commit suicide?

Then the photos. Photos that Amarosa didn’t take!

Contents

About the author

The Good Life

Quite a Show

Scoreboard

Another Angle

As Expected

About the author

CD was born in Lakeland, Florida, in 1938. He is educated in genetics and botany. He has traveled extensively, particularly when he was a rock rhythm guitarist with some well-known bands in the late sixties and early seventies. He has worked as a high steel worker and as a longshoreman, clerk, orchidist, bar owner, salvage yard manager, and landscaper and more.

CD began writing fiction in 1984 and has more than 300 books published in SciFi, murder, orchid culture, and various other fields.

He now resides in Gualaca, Chiriqui, Panamá, where he continues research into epiphytic plants and plays music with friends. He loves the culture of the indigenous people. He funds those he can afford through the universities, where they have all excelled. The Indios are very intelligent people, they are simply too poor (in material things and money. Culturally, they are very wealthy) to pursue higher education.

CD loves Panamá and the people, despite horrendous experiences (Free e-book; Fading Paradise). He plans to spend the rest of his life in the paradise that is Panamá

CD is involved in research of natural cancer cure at this time. It is based on a plant that has been in use for centuries, is safe, available, and cheap. Information about this cure is free on the FaceBook page: Ambrosia peruviana for cancer.

Death From a Height

The Good Life

Armando Antonio Amarosa looked into the mirror with a critical eye.

The suit would not do, tonight. Tonight was the kind of night he wanted a much more casual look.

Sylvia Morales was looking for excitement, so wouldn’t care for the Ciudad de David or the Mosto Bistro. Maybe even Las Brasas was just a bit too upscale for this.

He would dress down, and take her to La Tipica. She could mingle with the common people and still enjoy very good food. It would be a lark. They could go from there to a local place of her choice. He was expert at choosing just the right outfit to match the psychology of the place he would take her. This would be a (designer) blue jean night. His line would be that she was overdressed, that he was getting tired of taking a beautiful woman to a fancy place where the snobs hung out. She was much to good for that, but she had to fit for a truly fun night.

She wouldn’t have a thing she could really dress down in, but she wouldn’t know that. Maybe she would use the Armantine thing, which was a drab cheap three hundred dollar outfit she wore when she went slumming. Estelline and Gucci and Florentine