"Ain't what you're talking about called blackmail?" Darlene handed me her telephone.
"Would you rather be run out of town, Darlene?" I dialed the number and asked to speak to the mayor's brother.
Albert Stroud stood by the bed as I pulled back the sheet to let him see Mayor Stroud's body. Like a coroner, I stood there with the sheet in my hands and waited during the viewing, but I sure wasn't expecting the president of Stuttsville National Bank to slap the corpse.
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