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The Marinski Affair began as a dull mundane case involving a missing husband. Okay, so he was a rich missing husband, but he was nonetheless, still only a missing husband. The case soon developed into one involving robbery, kidnapping, blackmail and murder. But was there really a kidnapping? And exactly who is blackmailing who? Who actually carried out the robbery? Who committed the murders? Who can you trust? Who can you believe? Is anyone actually telling the truth? What have they got to hide? And what connection was there with a jewel theft that occurred four years previously? All is not as it seems. Tom Kendall, private detective, had the task of solving the mystery. He was usually pretty good at solving puzzles, but this one was different, somehow. It wasn’t that he didn’t have any of the pieces. Oh no, he wasn’t short of clues. It was just that none of the pieces seemed to fit together.
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A shadowy figure peered out from the trees, silently watching. He was a little over five feet seven tall, and weighed one hundred and sixty pounds. A dark cap, pulled down over his forehead, covered his thick dark brown hair. The man silently watched the house. It was in complete darkness apart from the security floodlights located at each end of the building. He looked at his watch. It was just after two o’clock. He had already been there for a little over an hour.
How long had he been waiting for this night to actually come? It seemed like a lifetime. Was it only four months? Four months since he had first met her? Four months, one week and three days to be precise. It seemed just like yesterday.
He had first seen her that Monday afternoon, as she strutted down the High Street. She acted as though she owned it. It was a hot sunny day. He had gone into town on business. Business indeed? There was the problem. There was no business. He hadn’t had any work for the past three months. Sure, he had looked, and looked hard, but there was nothing. Nothing suitable that is. Yes he could have got a job in a factory, or working behind a counter somewhere, or perhaps driving a cab. But that was not for him. He was looking for something better, much better. Something a little, shall we say, more high powered, with a high profile. A business executive sounded good; or maybe something in the financial world, or transportation perhaps. There was money in transportation, real money. Shipping, the railroad, road haulage, that would be more like it, much more to his persona.
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Translated by Fernando Ferreira
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Author review: Fernando showed great interest in the project, and we worked well together. I would recommend him |
