Here is a short story, a prologue if you will, to the three-novel “Gaslight Mysteries” stories. If you are at all curious about the necessarily brief character sketches, or by the hint of action to come, you may want to consider owning the books.
Wings of Angels
The approaching man was oblivious to the presence of Michael, sunk as he was in an ancient leather couch, his face buried behind the Dun Linden, Ireland New Dawn. As usual, this late at night, the man was carrying a bottle of Bushmills whiskey and walking a little unsteadily toward this end of the smoking room, where the dormitory entrance stood.
Michael McCree had been stalking this sensual dish for the last few days. He’d found out Simon Hart was a private investigator, yet obviously one who needed to get sober before he investigated anything at all except a lumpy bed behind…
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