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Death In Her Arms [MultiFormat]
eBook by Charles Nuetzel
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eBook Category: Mystery/Crime
eBook Description:  Some people are born killers: they deal out death as their daily acts in life. When the subtle grip of death slowly twisted around Hank's throat, threatening not only his own life, but those around him--most of all the woman he loved--there seemed no way to escape. They were his own brains and muscles against the merchants of death.
eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: Consider Yourself Dead, 1969
Fictionwise Release Date: September 2005
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Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: eReader (PDB) [92 KB]
, ePub (EPUB) [124 KB]
, Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [65 KB]
, Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [590 KB]
, Palm Doc (PDB) [71 KB]
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, Sony Reader (LRF) [142 KB]
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, Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [144 KB]
, OEBFF Format (IMP) [97 KB]
Words: 21569
Reading time: 61-86 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
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PROLOGUEThe room didn't look like a jail cell, because it wasn't made to be. Yet, for the purposes of keeping the man under arrest, it might have been just that. There was a police guard standing outside, and any attempt to escape would have been useless.
The man's name was Hank Turner. Handsome, tall and well built. He paced the floor like a mountain cat who had felt the freedom of living in paradise and now, for the first time, was caged, held ready to be shipped to some unknown zoo.
He ran a large hand through the crop of curly red hair that hadn't been combed for hours. Several ugly bruises marked his face, but he hardly noticed them any more.
His mind was seething, tormented almost beyond sanity.
Everything will be all right, he kept telling himself over and over. This was merely a routine investigation, and the killing had been accidental.
But even then, Mr. Hank Turner--Where was it going to get you? He thought in anguish.
It was merely a routine arrest, until the police could establish one way or another, where the guilt lay for the death of Garcia Flynn. The fact that Hank had killed the man was self-evident. Nobody denied that. The fact that it had been justified was something completely different. The only witnesses were two beautiful women. One was dead; the other couldn't be found. And until they found her, they only had his word about what happened.
Hank pulled out another cigarette and lit it nervously.
Two women, complete opposites. One was a beautiful Latin girl who had never gotten much out of life but a raw deal, but whose free and wild desire for men had pulled him innocently into a life and death conflict.
It all seemed childish and incredible, now that he looked back on those few days. Everything had been purely innocent on his part. He was out for a good time, a moment to escape and find himself. To reason out his life and its direction, which had seemed aimless and unfulfilling.
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