A Bag of Nails
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The first time I saw Adam Davis, he was at the casino. The second time he was dead. I have all the luck at making friends. It's a gift.
I don't do murder cases. There's a more than even chance that you'll end up with an empty wallet and a bullet in your back. Adam was someone else's dirty business, and I didn't want to get pulled into it, but sometimes you don't get a choice...
Author's note: This was a short story I submitted for a detective fiction competition in 2013.
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I left out the real reason I'm here. Kendrick, my ex-lover, is dead. He was the game's winner three and two years back. On the Competition's Registration Form, at question 78: Why are you participating? Answer in 100 characters or less. I simply answered, "The game is but a game if it's played right. I play majestically. I play to win." Kendrick warned me something was going on about the game, about the winners. He documented four murders (before his). I can't track down two additional winners, so I've declared them missing in action. I've never been one to play for the team, but I'll make an exception. For him.
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