Michael Malone - Weebly

slight chance. "Fuck it," he reminded himself, and pulled
the door shut.
The little wheels of the MG roadster spun furiously,
and futilely, in the mud of the swampy lot. Abernathy
found in a trash bin a pizza box to wedge under the
back tires. Gears screeching, he managed to rock the
car out of the mud hole, only to have it stall in Ransom
Circle. When an effort to restart it flooded the engine,
the lawyer, drenched, mud-splattered, walked home.
There from his window he noticed lights still burning on
all floors of the Victorian mansion across the circle. So
before changing, he telephoned.
"Sammy? Winslow. It looked as if you were up. I
thought you'd want to know. There was an incident.
Unconnected to the fire. Mrs. Haig was assaulted.
They've taken her to the hospital. She'll be all right.
Haig and another man, it appears to be Limus Barnum,
were killed. You know, the man with the appliance
store. Sammy?
Sammy?"
"Yes. I'm here, sorry. To the hospital. Sorry.
Winslow, can you—"