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Running from her past, she finds a killer, a protector, and her faith.

Lights Out by L.T. Fawkes

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LIGHTS OUT
By: L.T. Fawkes

A Working Man's Mystery
Signet Mystery
February 2004
272 pages
ISBN: 0451211332
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Contemporary

BLUE-COLLARING A KILLER…

You may not think it, but life moves fast in northeastern Ohio. Just six months ago, I was down-and-outβ€”stewing in jail and getting dumped by my pit-bull of a wife. Now, I’m back on my feet renovating a bar, delivering pizza, and thinking of cutting my hair.

Just when I’m getting comfortable, the you-know-what hits the fan. There I am, sitting in Brewster’s–eating my Number Four breakfast with the guys–when in walks the devil herself: my soon-to-be-ex-wife Marylou, high hair and all. She asks me to help her move. I say no. End of story. Right…

That night, a man is knocked off in my own trailer park, and who’s caught holding the gun? Marylou. Drunk as a skunk. She doesn’t remember a thing. She may be mean as a junkyard dog, but Marylou’s no killer. The copsβ€”mighty familiar with my reputation for butting inβ€”warn me to butt out. But, I’m stubborn. And no one’s getting away with murder in my backyard…

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