Framed for Murder

My name is Charlie English. I'm thirty-eight and homeless, so when a man offered me forty bucks to deliver a message and another forty when I had, I jumped at the chance. I shouldn't have. I walked into the house -- and a murder scene -- barely getting away before the cops arrived.<br><br>I needed to get out from under the frame, and knew a private detective who might be willing to help me. There’s one problem, though. He’s my ex-lover, which could make things dicey.<br><br>He’s less than happy to see me when I show up at his office ... until I tell him why I’m there. That piques his interest. Now it’s a case of finding out who the dead man was, who killed him, and proving it wasn't me. Can we succeed ... while dealing with our renewed interest in each other?

Edward Kendrick · LGBT+

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33 Chs

Chapter 13

“If you would.” When Ben left, Trent grumbled, “I swear, I need another ten hours in a day to get everything done I have to.”

“Is there anything I can do to help?” I asked. Not that I knew the first thing about what it took to run a detective agency, but I figured I’d offer.

“I wish,” Trent replied. “Unless…I know you know your way around online retail sites. You used to spend time on them back when.” He smiled, obviously remembering. “Looking for books. Anyway, I’ve got a list of items I need to order, to restock what we install for our customers who want or need security. How would you feel about placing an order for me?”

“No problem.” I had the feeling it was busy work, but it wouldfree up some of his time and it might be interesting to see what they used. He gave me the list and set me up at his second computer, which was on a smaller desk in one corner of his office.

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