When Graveyards Yawn

When Graveyards Yawn

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/When Graveyards Yawn by G. Wells Taylor

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2002

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When Graveyards Yawn

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4.5714285714286
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MURDER IS STILL MURDER IN GREASETOWN - Even if life has become a little complicated. Fifty years ago, at the end of the last Millennium we expected something bad to happen, but we never expected the Change. People stopped aging, the dead rose from their graves, it started raining and it’s been raining ever since.Things looked so bad that everyone thought it was the end of the world, but a guy’s still got to make a living doesn’t he?A dead lawyer enters the office of Wildclown Investigations and hires the detective to find his killer. Wildclown and his dead sidekick Elmo soon find themselves entangled in a battle for control of a secret that offers either hope or doom for humanity. WHEN GRAVEYARDS YAWN takes the reader to a unique setting that mixes gothic horror with the two-fisted pragmatism of a hard-boiled detective novel.

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words knifed out at me.

I pulled my bottom lip. "Looks like the bastard shot you from behind, too."

Billings made fists of his dead hands and pounded the arms of the chair. "I want him!"

Chapter 3

"All right," I said. "How'd it happen?"

Mr. Billings looked uncomfortable as he squeaked around in his seat. I knew the look; he was about to be fairly dishonest with me.

"You must realize the importance of--confidentiality." His eyes did a conscientious little roll of self-possession until they came to rest on me again, quivering and uncertain like bad actors. They were indefinite and restless on either side of his hatchet nose. Perfectly unconvincing so far.

"You may not believe this, but under all this makeup, I'm a god-damned angel," I sneered. "Besides, there are few people who take my word seriously." I flashed him a quick idiot grin.

"May I ask?" The dead man nervously pulled out a package of ci