Subway
Here's another one of my mystery short stories I write in my free time. It's pretty good. I just wrote it today. Subway Okay Boss, here goes. “The victim was 25 years old, living alone in an apartment building near Manhattan New York. He lived right near the river, and worked in a band, getting occasional gigs every once in a while, most of the time in the Jazz club nearby. He was murdered in his own apartment, and so far no evidence or fingerprints have been found. He played the saxophone, and from what we hear, he was a good man, with good prospects, and a lot of friends.” Peppy continued to explain the information about the murder to his boss, and read from his small notepad, with wads of spit rocketing out of his mouth, from the 3 pieces of gum he had been so engrossed in. They were both standing up, hands grasped onto the bars of the Subway train. They were on their way, after arriving in New York from New Jersey, to the east side of Manhattan. Detective McCormick stood ...