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By Peter Robinson
There's greater than blood and bone underneath the outside ...
The sufferer, a nondescript "numbers cruncher," died horribly simply yards clear of his terrified spouse and daughter, murdered by way of males who truly loved their paintings. The crime scene is person who may kick back the blood of even the main pro police officer. however the unusual revelations approximately a typical accountant's striking mystery lifestyles are what actually set leader Inspector Alan Banks off -- as lies breed extra deceptions and blood begets blood, unleashing a policeman's darkish passions ... and a violent rage that, while freed, can be very unlikely to manage.
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The sound of voices came from the corridor. The police had arrived! THE hapless gangsters were driven to action. One cried a warning; another, who had reached the wall, snapped the light switch. The sudden flood of illumination revealed half a dozen gangsters facing toward that corner where they believed The Shadow stood. Revolvers blazed as the lights came on. The shots were useless. Amid the darkness The Shadow had noiselessly left that fatal spot. The first response of an automatic showed his new position.
Keep mum - you understand? Come across - hand over the cash! ” The gangsters stood in sullen waiting while Carpenter was speaking. Their evil expressions were not lost upon Gifford Morton. The multimillionaire was a fighter. With his back to the wall, Morton could see only the same fate that had befallen others. He made no reply, and Carpenter calmly reached into his pockets and extracted the money that he wanted. “Keep him covered,” ordered the blackmailer, suddenly regaining his confidence. “I’ll go in the other room and make a quick clean-out.
Their urge to slay was their betrayal. Two shots roared as The Shadow spotted the men who had fired. Aiming for the flashes of flame, The Shadow’s marksmanship was true. The offending gunmen fired no more. Gifford Morton plunged through the door to safety. But in the swift deeds that had saved Morton from certain death, The Shadow had revealed his own position. An alert gangster, seeing a flash from a corner near the window, called out the news to his fellows. “Watch him - watch him - over past the window!