C is for Corpse

‘My name is Kinsey Millhone. I’m a licensed private investigator… thirty-two, twice divorced. I like being alone and I suspect that my independence suits me better than it should…’

Kinsey met Bobby Callahan in the gym on Monday morning. By Thursday, he was dead.

He was convinced someone was trying to kill him and it turned out to be true, but no one figured it out in time to save him.

Kinsey had never worked for a dead man before and hoped she wouldn’t have to again. This report was for him.