I read Bad Love.
It was a Saturday. She was at a party in Denver at hers friend Judy Kaplan's house. Her name is Flick Laine. She was a detective of Denver Police Department. She met a man. His name is Jack Daly. He was a doctor and that he worked at the University of Colorado Hospital in Denver. They promised to meet and talk on Friday. But on Wednesday, hers boss, Leo Cohn told her "Jack Daly dead". He was a famous and popular doctor, so almost people known to him. He found with the gun in his right hand. So other detectives thought he killed himself. But she didn't think so. Because she knew he was left-handed. Then she felt it was murder. Mark Johnson found his body first, he worked his office as a cleaning man. He had a spare key in his office, and he opened the door and left the key in the door like always. But on Tuesday morning, it wasn't there. Then, she turned up the truth of this murder.
I was surprised about this story's end. I couldn't find suspect. And I was excited buring reading it. I felt love is really good thing, but we shouldn't mistake a love.
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