Murder on the Ropes

By S. Furlong-Bolliger

Delaney expects it will be difficult to convince her father to leave behind his career as a pro-wrestler and get a normal job; but what she doesn’t expect is that he’ll be accused of murder in the process. Will she be able to sort through a cast of quirky characters to find the real murderer, or will she find herself on the wrong side of the ropes?

A short story from our Fingerprints mystery line.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Untreed Reads
• Release date: Nov 23, 2011
• ISBN: 9781611871999

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Murder on the Ropes

By S. Furlong-Bolliger

Copyright 2011 by S. Furlong-Bolliger

Cover Copyright 2011 by Dara England and Untreed Reads Publishing

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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to the living or dead is entirely coincidental.

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Murder on the Ropes

By S. Furlong-Bolliger

I was sitting at the bar next to Calvin the Cyclone. He was swigging down beer like it was water. Even in the dim light I could see a trace of neon yellow makeup left over on the underside of his earlobe. I tapped his shoulder and pointed it out. Missed a spot.

He muttered something and started swiping at the side of his face with a bar napkin. If I was smart I would have used a gimmick that didn’t require this stuff.

I nodded. As a woman who barely