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Murder Times Four Box Set

Four gay mystery thrillers by best-selling author Edward Kendrick. Contains the stories:<br><br><strong>Murder on Rainbow Lane</strong>: My name is Adam Moore, and I am not a happy camper at the moment. Someone is killing the residents on Rainbow Lane cul-de-sac. If that wasn't bad enough, they're trying to frame me for the murders. My only hope of proving my innocence? Detective Steve Jarrett ... if I can convince him I'm not the man he's looking for. Although he may be the man I've been looking for all my life.<br><br><strong>Premonitions</strong>: When Daniel moves into the house he inherited, he gets premonitions something isn't right. Then he meets Griffin, who lives off the grid, and they become friends. Daniel's ex appears, suggesting Daniel turn the house into a restaurant, with his help. When Daniel refuses, bad things start to happen. As the attraction between Daniel and Griffin grows stronger, will they survive what Ray does next?<br><br><strong>The Elevator Murders</strong>: When Tony finds a dead man in the elevator at his apartment building, he and his friends try to solve the murder. Kirk, an admitted playboy, tries to help them, but is rebuffed until he finally explains to Tony why he's the way he is. What Tony learns about Kirk, plus a third murder, changes everything, as Tony tries to deal with his feelings for Kirk while not becoming the next murder victim.<br><br><strong>The Hitchhiker Murders</strong>: When married PIs Brent and Quinn Collins are hired to find Andrew, who disappeared while hitchhiking, little do they know they will become embroiled in murder. Two other young men have gone missing under similar circumstances, their bodies found buried in the mountains. Brent and Quinn believe they know who is responsible for the killings. Can they prove it without ending up dead themselves?

Edward Kendrick · LGBT+
Classificações insuficientes
150 Chs

Chapter 137

“What I call myself.” River kept his gaze locked on Quinn. “Why’d you get pissed about cock sucker and not the others?”

“Oh, I got pissed about them all—but that one in particular because that’s the last thing I am, or ever would be. I hate fucking fags.”

River’s smile was ruthless as he replied, “Do you now?”

“Yeah. Why? Are you one?”

“If I was?”

Without a word, Quinn hefted the hunting rifle, even though it was still in its case.

River raised his pistol, then lowered it slowly, saying, “Lew, I think we’re of the same mind.” He stuck the pistol in the back of his waistband and walked into the cabin, beckoning to Quinn. “Come on in. I’ve got a fire lit. I think you could use it.”