| MINDTRAP #2 - 11/30 The dead body of Karry Queen, the famous American romance novelist, lay slumped across his hotel room desk. His hand lay near an empty bottle of sleeping pills. A suicide note lay on the desk. "It's so strange," said the bellhop, "as I was carrying Mr. Queen's bags, he was talking excitedly about being in England. As a matter of fact, he said this was the first time he had ever been out of the U.S., and he was planning to write his next novel with London as the setting."
Shadow looked at the note. It read: I have lost my will to live. My work has received all the honour it deserves. My writing was the centre of my life, but in retrospect, I suppose they're just trashy novels. As the colour fades from my eyes, I can only hope for a better life in the next world.
"Based on this I'm sure Mr. Queen was murdered," declared Shadow. Why? |