Every Thursday: A Nancy Noire Mystery

by
Patricia E. Canterbury

Entering the large, well-lit living room, she called out "Jack?"

   "Must be out," she said softly. Calling out again, she said, "Jack, are you home?"

   "Jack?" She could see part of the dining room through the opened French doors; the table was set for two. Just like every Thursday. She started walking to the left toward his darkened study.

"Jack?"

   She walked into the dining room. That's when she saw the body....