The Richard Jury Mysteries by Martha Grimes
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They sounded silence for a moment. And Harry Johnson said, if you want a story, I'll tell you a story. I'll tell you a story that I can't explain it or tell you the end. There isn't any end, challenging drinking. Oh, it's intriguing. Alright. Go on. It happened to a friend of mine, this person who was the luckiest person I've ever known you could almost say was hounded by good luck. Lost everything overnight. Bloody ****. You mean in a market crash? Something like that? No, no, not money. I mean, he lost everything. He woke up one morning, found himself, son's wife, son, even his dog, he didn't know what had happened and of course no one would believe him and he had no idea what to do. He considered going to the police. But what nell would he say? They wouldn't believe him. Mommy wouldn't believe the wife, the son, the dog had simply disappeared. Well, you know how bloody minded police can be. I do indeed. Jury smiled in a crazy kind of way. Right. Families don't all of a sudden disappear. I mean, unless some psychopath walks in and murders. Um, all he told me. He felt he was living in a parallel universe that his wife and son were in one and he was in another. Then what did he do? He hired the best private detectives. They found nothing, not a trace. There was simply no trail. Harry Stone took out another cigarette, offered the case to jury again and jury again refused. That was a year ago. And Harry lit his cigarette, blew out a stream of smoke and said your dog came back a joke. Right. And smiling. Harry Johnson said, no, it didn't. The dog just came back. They were both silent for a moment while Harry Johnson seemed to be collecting himself. Show. Do you want to hear the rest of it?