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    For Love of Her Husband
    For Love of Her Husband
    For Love of Her Husband
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    For Love of Her Husband

    By Avram B. Cross

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    Jack Clifford was dead on his feet, but he could see that she was so full of trouble she didn’t know which way to turn. 

    It was a dingdong from the very beginning—for Headquarters man Widows as well as for Jack and the frightened girl from St. Louis...

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherMystery & Thriller Publishing
    Release dateApr 18, 2017
    ISBN9781386301110
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      For Love of Her Husband - Avram B. Cross

      Names of all characters are fictious. If the name of any living person or existing institution is used, it is a coincidence.

      For Love of Her Husband

      Jack was waiting for the number 6 bus in Haggerty’s Bar and Grill, up the street from the railroad station, the first time he saw her. He had worked late and was dead on his feet. It was one of those nights when going home was an ordeal; and if he couldn’t sleep, he had with him the monthly report on the Riversport yards to keep him company. He was telling Haggerty about the offer of a job he had in St. Louis when she came in.

      She came in fast, headlong out of the chill smoky drizzle of Terminal Plaza, a suitcase in one hand and an overnight bag in the other. And all at once she was jammed in the doorway.

      A dozen men stood at the bar watching her struggle, but it was Jack who moved over with a sleepy smile, saying, Stuck, h’m? He carried her suitcase to the nearest table and she thanked him with a harried glance and something murmured between shallow gasps of breath.

      She was a little thing wearing a camel’s-hair coat and a small Dutch-style cap of straw with an ornament above the temple. Probably in off the 11.10 from St. Louis, Jack thought, and waiting for a bus, too. At the bar again, he peered out the window to see if Number 6 was in sight, not wanting to go home, really, for he’d been thinking about Rose all day.

      The man leaning against the pole down the street could have been waiting for a bus also except that he was faced toward Haggerty’s in what seemed to Jack an attitude of patient watchfulness. He made a bulky, anonymous figure in

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