48. Vanessa calls, Jim calls, and I've just about got this one solved!

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Vanessa called.

She talked to her co-worker.

Guess what books were scattered on the floor next to Barbara’s body?

They were paperback editions of Mailer’s The Naked and the Dead, Wouk’s Marjorie Morningstar, and Shirer’s The Rise and Fall of the Third Reich.

And then with no nudge from me, Vanessa said, “And there was a manuscript, like one printed at a photocopy shop, in our front window’s featured slot.”  She paused.  “Something about a rose, maybe?”

Under the Rose!  I knew it!

I thanked her and hung up.

I’ve just double-confirmed it!  The killer is that wacko James Doyle.  He’s still pissed-off about the authors we did a great job of publishing all those years ago.  And in his craziness, it’s somehow OK for him to kill innocent people like Laurie and Barbara.  And what the hell? Does he really think it’s going to cause some house to publish his final draft of Under the Rose?  Madness is a frightening and horrible thing.

Meanwhile, my mobile buzzed a few minutes ago.  It was Ligonier Police Chief Jim.

They must have caught Killer Doyle. Hmm, I sorta like that, “Killer Doyle.” Good for a book title or character.

I’ll post this, then call Jim back.

 

Tomorrow:  Killer Doyle in custody!