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Danger is My Line by Stephen Marlowe (Excerpt)

Danger is My Line by Stephen Marlowe (Excerpt)

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Everybody knows George Brandvik killed Jorgen Kolding. As soon as the jury acquits him, Brandvik sells his story to View magazine, confessing to the crime in exchange for a payday. Once the magazine hits newsstands, the death threats start rolling in—semi-literate garbage which nevertheless must be taken seriously. A reporter from View hires private detective Chester Drum to protect Brandvik, and an hour hasn’t gone by before Drum saves the killer’s life, disarming a Swedish blonde before she can plug Brandvik in the gut. She is the dead man’s daughter, and her diplomatic immunity means she will be deported, not prosecuted. But before she leaves, her bloodlust must be sated.

That afternoon, the reporter and his driver are killed by a car bomb, and Drum sees the Swedish girl fleeing the scene. Soon Brandvik is dead too, gunned down in his bathroom. Drum books tickets to Iceland, to learn if this waifish blonde is really as deadly as she seems.
Everybody knows George Brandvik killed Jorgen Kolding. As soon as the jury acquits him, Brandvik sells his story to View magazine, confessing to the crime in exchange for a payday. Once the magazine hits newsstands, the death threats start rolling in—semi-literate garbage which nevertheless must be taken seriously. A reporter from View hires private detective Chester Drum to protect Brandvik, and an hour hasn’t gone by before Drum saves the killer’s life, disarming a Swedish blonde before she can plug Brandvik in the gut. She is the dead man’s daughter, and her diplomatic immunity means she will be deported, not prosecuted. But before she leaves, her bloodlust must be sated.

That afternoon, the reporter and his driver are killed by a car bomb, and Drum sees the Swedish girl fleeing the scene. Soon Brandvik is dead too, gunned down in his bathroom. Drum books tickets to Iceland, to learn if this waifish blonde is really as deadly as she seems.

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Danger Is My LineBy Stephen Marlowe
 
 
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IT MUST HAVE BEEN a pretty snazzy hotel once, say about the timeCalvin Coolidge chose not to run. Now it sat behind its tired Victorianfaçade on Rhode Island Avenue like an old dowager writing her memoirs.I went in past a sign that said transients were accepted and up to along counter that ran along one wall in the dim, musty lobby. Behind it werethe usual mail cubbyholes and keys hanging on hooks and a thin young guyin a shiny blue suit that had paid too many visits to the dry cleaner. He stoodwatching a couple across the counter from him and trying very hard not toyell.The woman nudged her companion with an elbow. “Go ahead,Ralph,” she said. “Tell him.”“Okay, okay,” Ralph said, not putting much heart in it. He added,looking at the lapels of the shiny blue suit across the counter: “Mr.Thwaite?”“Yes, sir,” Mr. Thwaite said, attempting the weary bored politeness of his trade. “What can I do for you, Mr. Jackson?”“Well, you see, the Missus feels—”“We feel, Ralph. We feel,” Mrs. Jackson prompted.“We have always felt,” her husband got out in a rush of words, “thatthe Central Arms was a nice quiet respectable apartment hotel, but nowunless you can assure us that this man Brandvik will leave—”“This week,” Mrs. Jackson said. —“we will have to look for an apartment elsewhere. Because, yousee.…” But Jackson was all finished. The rush of words trailed off.“Because we won’t stay in the same hotel with a confessed murderer,”Mrs. Jackson supplied.“Well, that’s it,” her husband said, looking pleased that it was all over.Mr. Thwaite mopped his pale forehead with a crisp white handkerchief.“Our Mr. Congreve is taking the matter into consideration,” Mr. Thwaitesaid. “I assure you that you are not the first to register this, uh, complaint. Itis a very delicate problem.”“There, you see?” Mrs. Jackson said triumphantly, nudging her,husband again with an elbow. He nodded; she nodded and said, “Please let

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