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eBook Category: Humor/Fantasy
eBook Description: "No Case or Solution Too Ridiculous to Consider" ... Jacob Fincowicz didn't like his name. So he changed it to Jason Midnight--which he doesn't like any better--and became a Private Investigator. But not just any Private Investigator. Because if Jason Midnight isn't quite real, then how can his cases be either? Such as: 1. Why does everyone in the world with the (possible) exception of Jason want to kill George Johnson? 2. What is the identity of the demonic late night DJ who brings the spirit of Jack the Ripper back to life? 3. Why does a strange cultlike family oddly resembling the ancient Norse Gods not fear the end of the world so much as eagerly anticipate it? 4. Who is the mystery woman who keeps drowning out Jason's private inner theme music with her own soundtrack? 5. And what is the Devil doing in charge of the Manitoba Lotteries Corporation? These and other questions of mystery, love, and the universe are all in a day's work for the Midnight Detective Agency.

eBook Publisher: Zumaya Publications, Published: www.zumayapublications.com, 2005
Fictionwise Release Date: May 2005

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Words: 78290
Reading time: 223-313 min.
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ISBN: 155410226X

"You're certain he didn't have someone on the side?"

"Absolutely. He didn't have time. His schedule was relentless. What it comes down to finally, Mr. Midnight, is this. My husband was not a disgusting man. The furthest thing from it--he was an actuary."

I casually light a cigarette. "Depends upon your point of view."

She ignores me. "I realized we would never have a physical relationship, but we did have the most wonderful, caring, tender..." She searches for the proper superlative.

"Profitable partnership?" I prompt.

"Exactly! So I threw myself into my work to compensate for the lack of sexual spark in our lives--and he only loved me the more for it. He respected me."

"Indeed."

"So--how do you explain this?" She takes a small piece of paper from beneath the blotter on her desk and thrusts it at me. I examine it carefully. It is from a memo pad. The message reads: "Tuesday the fifth. 3:10 pm. From: Seymour To: Rhonda Re: this evening: I am going to set your nakedness aflame!" There's a smear of chocolate on it.

I ponder this.

"And..." She's gone on when I wasn't looking, producing a dark-brown plastic bag from somewhere. She's blushing. "How would you explain ... this?"

She yanks a surprising item indeed out of the bag. Holds it up for me to examine. I raise an eyebrow.

"It's, uh ... surprisingly complex for something so ... small. Isn't it?"