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Sensing the Fall
Sensing the Fall
Sensing the Fall
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Sensing the Fall

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When Jack Newcomb goes missing, P.I. Dan Stone is hired to find him. Has Newcomb been murdered, or is something else going on…?

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Release dateFeb 21, 2023
ISBN9781479466610
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    Sensing the Fall - Stephen D. Rogers

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    COPYRIGHT INFORMATION

    SENSING THE FALL, by Stephen D. Rogers

    ABOUT THE AUTHOR

    COPYRIGHT INFORMATION

    Copyright © 2021 by Stephen D. Rogers.

    Originally published in Autumn Noir.

    Published by Wildside Press, LLC.

    wildsidepress.com | bcmystery.com

    SENSING THE FALL,

    by Stephen D. Rogers

    Fall on the Cape always reminds me of a crab picked clean by a gull: the fingers of gray-white beach, the sharp smell of seaweed, the fragility of the skeleton. While the rest of New England celebrated autumn by decking trees in colored finery, Cape Cod went barren.More coffee, hon?

    Thanks. I moved my cup closer to the edge of the table.After topping me off, Andrea placed my slip on the table.

    Whenever you’re ready. If only everything in life were that simple: review the tally, make good on your debt, walk away clean.Walk away forgiven. Jack Newcomb had been forty-four years old, gainfully employed, married with a stepdaughter, and in full possession of his faculties when he disappeared. As he was a free adult who had broken no laws and there was no indication of accident or foul play, his wife soon learned there was little the police could do. Frustrated by their lack of results, she’d called me. Mrs. Susan Newcomb was a little woman, shrunken—or so I assumed, as I’d never met her before—by grief. We were sitting in her living room, and she folded and unfolded a small paper doily as she talked.

    "... Then the police found his car at the Park and Ride in Hyannis. He never used that facility."

    Mrs. Newcomb, if I’m to find your husband, I’m going to have to ask some questions that might be uncomfortable. She nodded. I’ve talked to the police.

    Was Jack involved with anybody?

    No. Fold. Unfold. Fold. Unfold. "I

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