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The Skinned Man

by Mercy Loomis




Smashwords Edition

Copyright 2013 by Mercy Loomis

Cover design by Mercy Loomis. Cover art by Gennadiy Kondratyev and tomtown.

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This is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, real people, or real locales are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead (or undead), is entirely coincidental.



I’d meant to get to my office a little early so I could tidy the place up a bit, but Ms. Schultz, my client, had beaten me there. So had her perfume, a thick, cloying rose scent that hit me as soon as I got off the elevator. I did my best to hide my irritation as I made my apologies and unlocked the door, ushering her into my tiny waiting room. She accepted with the same cool grace I’d heard on the phone, but her polite smile never touched her eyes.

I went into the inner office first, scanning the room as I turned on the light and hung my hat on the coat stand. It didn’t look too bad for having been shut up for two months. The air was stale and stuffy, but that was the worst of it. Apparently the cleaning crew had been keeping up even without my being around. I wondered how long they would keep on cleaning it if I never came back. Probably until the automatic payments stopped. Everything was automated now. I could have been dead these two months and no one would’ve known.

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