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Without Blood

Without Blood

A Victor Lessard Thriller
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Running from the Dead
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“I’m looking for a girl. She’d be under twenty, around five-feet tall, and wearing a lot of make-up.”

 

Diane flashed a look over Jones’ shoulder; probably at Sheena who was still out of earshot. She turned up the volume. “You’re looking for a girl?”

 

Jones held up his hands. “I’m not looking for a girl, Diane. I think this girl might be in trouble.”

 

Diane looked Jones over. “You a cop or something?”

 

“I’m a something.”

 

From her tone, Jones could tell that the possibility of a yes had excited her; his answer left her feeling confused. “What does that mean?”

 

“I’m a private investigator.”

 

Diane laughed. “Shut up. That’s not a real thing.”

 

“It is,” Jones said. “So tell me, Diane, do you remember a girl under twenty with a lot of eye make-up in here in the last four days?”

 

Diane thought about it for a second and then she laughed. “Hey, how’d you know my name was Diane? You really must be a private investigator.” She put her hand on his arm again. “A good one.”

 

“The girl,” Jones said.

 

Diane leaned closer and laughed. “Oh, right. Duh. I’m such a scatterbrain. It’s the wine,” she leaned in a little closer. “I get into so much trouble when I have too much.” With her hand still on Jones, she said, “Let me think.” Her thumb moved back and forth over the fabric of his jacket. When she spoke, her voice was quiet—an invitation to come closer and share a secret. “I think I might remember someone like that. Why don’t you buy me a drink and we can talk about it?”

 

“You think you saw her?”

 

Diane smiled. “Maybe.”

 

“She would have been left handed.”

 

Diane looked. Jones caught her.

 

“Sorry.”

 

Jones shook his head. “Nothing to be sorry about. I’m not left handed. Listen, why don’t you let me buy you that drink.”

 

Diane smiled wide. “If you insist.”

 

“I do.”

 

The promise of a drink loosened the grip on Jones’ arm. He watched Diane walk back to her table with a lot of hip thrown into her gait.

 

“I gotta ask. How the hell do you know she’s left handed?”

 

Jones looked over his shoulder and saw that Sheena had made her way back. “The smudges,” he said. “Her knuckles made them when her hand moved to the right.”

 

“Bullshit.”

 

Jones turned and rested his elbows on the counter. “The place she picked to write was another dead giveaway. No righty would have picked that spot. It would have been too hard to write there. That’s why most of the other tags are in the middle of the door.”

 

“What are you, some kind of handwriting expert.”

 

Jones smiled and lifted his arm. “Used to be left handed.”

 

Sheena looked at the empty jacket sleeve unimpressed. Jones put it down and instantly liked her more than he had a second before. She rested her back against the prep-counter opposite Jones and crossed her arms. “Are you really a private investigator? Like in the movies?”

 

Jones shook his head. “If this were the movies, I’d have already the case solved.”

 

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Work for a Million

Work for a Million

The Original Novel
by Eve Zaremba
cover design or artwork by Sami Kivelä
edition:Paperback
tagged : noir, lesbian
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