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Dead Boyfriends (Mac McKenzie 4)

David Housewright

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The dreaht they threw me in jail No, not a drea surreal or false about it; the facts were always the sa up on the scene The armed suspect steps out of the convenience store I see hiun Put your hands in the air" He raises his gun to shoot ainst the glass doors Over and over and over again I drea, soht Later, it became a couple of times a week, then a couple of times a month I couldn’t remember the last time I had the dream Not for a few years anyway Then they putto navigate the residential streets of Coon Rapids, a third ring suburb north of Minneapolis Meyer wanted to sell his seventy-five-year-old eight-chair, hand-carved dining roo buffet, and I wanted to buy I needed a dining roo elaborate dinner parties for my friends, but I always had to squeeze theood a cook I could keep getting aith it Only the directions Meyer gave me were confused Either that or I was confused It was hard to tell which

I was cruising slowly, trying to find a street sign that would match the words written on the crumpled piece of paper inher arms frantically I stopped Of course I stopped I’m frouy

The woered to ainst the side of my silver Audi I powered the n

"Help me," she said

"Help you?"

"Help me, please"

"Help you what?"

The woman was s stringy hair that ht have been brown She looked like she hadn’t bathed in weeks Smelled like it, too

"It’s my boyfriend," she said

"What about him?"

"He’s dead"

"Really?" I couldn’t believe she had said that "Are you sure?"