Common Murder

Chapter 1 "his is murder," Lindsay Gordon complained, leaning back in her chair and putting her feet up on the desk. "I can't bear it when there's nothing doing. Look at us. Eight . on the dynamic news desk of a national daily. The night news editor's phoning his daughter in Detroit. His deputy's straining his few remaining brain cells with the crossword. One reporter has escaped to the pub like a sensible soul.

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