Jason Hewitt Mysteries, Sidney C. Wilson [online e book reader .TXT] 📗

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fter a long hot day at the office, I was finally able to get off, so I thought. The bell just above the door rang signling that someone just came in the building. "I'm sorry, but we're closed right now." Sarah, my secretary, said. Sarah, an average New Yorker, moved here to a quiet village in southwestern Illinois to start as a secretary after finishing college. She has shoulder lenght dark red stringy hair; she's tall and slender. When she first came here, she had no money and no place to go. Of course, she's the kind of young woman with so much ambition that I couldn't ignore; and yes, she had gotten what she wanted from me--her current position.
My office is usually cluttered with newspaper clippings, files of past clients scattered on my desk as well as on the floor, and books everywhere. "But, I need to speak to Mr. Hewitt, please!" the elderly woman pleaded. My door happened to be halfway opened, and I was at my desk working on some papers when I noticed her. "Come right on in, Mrs. Flanders." I said as I stepped over mountains of papers and books. "Oh, thank you son." Mrs. Flanders responded. "You'll have to excuse my mess here, I've been reading all day. Now, what can I do for you?" I said as I removed books from the chair that sat directly opposite from where I sat. I closed the door as usual and took a seat.
Mrs. Flanders lives in the same apartment complex as I do. Her apartment is right across from mine, so I knew her pretty well. She hesitated to tell me what was on her mind. She was known for that. She simply hated giving bad news to people. "I-its the landlady, Mrs. Steward." She finally came out after a long pause. "What happened to her?" I responded a little worried. "She's been murdered.

Text: Sidney C. Wilson
Publication Date: 07-06-2012

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