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Framed: A Ryan Parish PI Short Story-scene eight
‘The prick’s been lying to me, Ryan,’ said Maggie, as soon as she sat down.‘What?’‘The Prosecutor’s Office called as I was leaving the office. The police have cracked the password on his phone and accessed his photos.’ She stared at me, primal rage written all over her face. I wondered if she was go...
Framed: A Ryan Parish PI Short Story-scene seven
WhenI got back to Adelaide, I called Heather Knight and asked her about the girlsthat smoked on the balcony.‘Oh,that would be Mandy and Anna,’ said Heather, ‘but they weren’t working thenight Ellen was murdered.’‘Doyou check those doors when you lock up, Heather?’‘Thealarm won’t set unless they’re l...
Framed: A Ryan Parish PI Short Story-scene six
Hamilton was a six-hour drive from Adelaide. I spent the night in a motel and went to see Ellen Ford’s parents at ten on the morning after I’d arrived. I guess I could have telephoned but I thought they deserved a face to face interview, seeing I was batting for the opposing side.They were wary of m...
Framed: A Ryan Parish PI Short Story-scene five
Accordingto the brief the police had given Maggie, Ellen Ford had shared an apartment inStanley Street, North Adelaide, with Sally Gretchen, who also worked in thebrothel.Idrove to North Adelaide and knocked on Sally’s front door. I was about to leaveempty-handed when the door opened.‘Hello,gorgeous...
Framed: A Ryan Parish PI Short Story-scene four
WhenI stepped onto the stairs to head down to the ground, a woman dressed in abusiness suit appeared at the bottom of the staircase. ‘Can I help you, youngman?’Ibounded down the stairs and introduced myself. I showed her my PI licence andtold her I was working for the lawyer defending the man charge...
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