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The Mystery Club and The Dead Doctor [The Mystery Club Series] [MultiFormat]
eBook by Harley L. Sachs
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eBook Category: Mystery/Crime
eBook Description:  The Mystery Club, five elderly women who live at the Rose Plaza and discuss mysteries written by women, have no idea of the consequences when Viola Cartwright, their blind member, asks them to go over her Medicare bills. That takes them to a phony clinic and leads to suspicion about the real identity of her personal assistant, Dorothy Anderson. Soon the investigation of Medicare bills leads them into a sinister underworld of fraud and revenge, to murder and tragedy. Only raw courage in the face of evil can save the elderly women.
eBook Publisher: Wings ePress, Inc, Published: Wings ePress, Inc, 2003
Fictionwise Release Date: September 2004
This eBook is part of the following series:
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [1.0 MB], eReader (PDB) [207 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [195 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [173 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [170 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [222 KB], hiebook (KML) [444 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [247 KB], iSilo (PDB) [159 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [200 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [233 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [262 KB]
Words: 57296
Reading time: 163-229 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud DISABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
 
Where was the Webley? She remembered it was an ugly, awkward weapon. She had wrapped it in an oily dish towel along with the cleaning kit Frank had given her. Those tools and materials were in the original government-issue box, but that was ages ago. Where had she hidden it?
Mary went through all her drawers. At the back of her underwear drawer, underneath neatly folded panties and slips, she found a box of .38 cartridges, missing only seven, but not the cleaning kit or the Webley revolver. Instead of the weapon she stumbled onto a sweater she had put away with the cuff half mended, the needle and wool tucked in like an afterthought where she left off. Distracted from her search, she settled down on the worn plush couch to finish the mending job and lost herself in the task of making neat stitches. What had she been looking for before? She couldn't remember. Loss of short term memory was a curse of old age. Mary Higgins wasn't ninety yet. She had a few years to go before that, but there is no fixed timetable for life. Some people never lose their memory. Others, like roses caught in speeded up time lapse photography, fast fade in their fifties into a debris of memory fragmented. Whatever it was she was looking for she would remember another time. It couldn't be important. Could it?
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