Difference between revisions of "Wake Up To Murder"
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==Book Description== | ==Book Description== | ||
| − | + | "I walked three steps down the stairs. As my foot touched the forth stair, the light over the door went out. Then the indirect light in the well - Squeezing in darkness. As if someone was pulling the circuits in the fuse box, one by one. I slipped my gun from my pocket. 'You down there,' I called hoarsely. 'Answer or I'll shoot!' The only sound was the shrill of the cicadas. He was now on the stairs behind me, breathing in my ears. I turned on the stairs, too late. The blow smashed my head into the wall." | |
| − | Jim | + | Jim was a nice guy, but he had a habit of blowing off big when he was drunk, telling the world how he would solve its difficulties. It was a habit that led him into trouble...into the tightest spot of his life. |
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==Cover Variation (By Release Date)== | ==Cover Variation (By Release Date)== | ||
Latest revision as of 06:55, 30 December 2012
| By Day Keene | |
| Publisher | Harlequin Romance #253 |
| Release Month | 1953 (US) |
| Harlequin Romance Series # | |
| Preceded by | Legion Of Dishonor |
| Followed by | Mesquite Johnny |
- Author: Day Keene
- Publisher: Harlequin Romance #253
- Year: 1953
Book Description
"I walked three steps down the stairs. As my foot touched the forth stair, the light over the door went out. Then the indirect light in the well - Squeezing in darkness. As if someone was pulling the circuits in the fuse box, one by one. I slipped my gun from my pocket. 'You down there,' I called hoarsely. 'Answer or I'll shoot!' The only sound was the shrill of the cicadas. He was now on the stairs behind me, breathing in my ears. I turned on the stairs, too late. The blow smashed my head into the wall."
Jim was a nice guy, but he had a habit of blowing off big when he was drunk, telling the world how he would solve its difficulties. It was a habit that led him into trouble...into the tightest spot of his life.
