Murderers?, Stephen Lamington [comprehension books .txt] 📗

Debbie was used to strangers staring and whistling. In response, she would walk with extra spring in her high-heels to accentuate her generous cleavage. She loved the attention her amazing body demanded.

But today, Debbie wished she was invisible.

Do they know what she did? Is that why they are staring? Can she really get away with murder?

Leaving stiletto perforations in the snow-covered streets, Debbie hurried past the hotel she spent numerous profitable nights in. She clasped her purse tightly over her frantically beating bosom, avoiding unsolicited attention.

To Debbie, everyone seems to know she just had an abortion.


The snow kept falling. Good thing Smith wore snow jackets on the roof or even he would have shivered.

And shivering is not conducive to his profession.

In the past eight hours, Smith has seen thousands of women high-heel the streets and hundreds walk by the hotel, but only deemed one who could get away with murder. A real vixen. She moved fast, but nothing escapes Smith.

Suddenly, the lights in suite 1623 flickered on. Moments later, a man with powdered nostrils neared the center of his scope.

Smith pulled the trigger.

Hit completed, Smith went shopping for snow pants.


This was not the doctor Mark set out to be. He aspired to save lives, not take them.

An expensive divorce and subsequent coke addiction later, Mark found himself performing illegal abortions to finance his habit. The money was great, but the risks were substantially greater as death threats from pro-life extremists were increasing.

All this had to stop.

Mark rubbed his nose after a quick fix. He flicked on the lights in suite 1623 and approached the window. High off cocaine, the purity of the snowy precipitation outside moved him profoundly.

He vowed to have performed his last abortion.

Publication Date: 09-05-2010

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