Corpse in the Sky E-Book

Arthur Leo Zagat

• Herausgeber: Al-Mashreq eBookstore
• Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
• Serie: Doc. Turner Series
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 24

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024

Beschreibung

Corpse in the Sky by Arthur Leo Zagat is a high-flying thriller that soars through the realms of aviation and suspense. When a luxury passenger plane mysteriously vanishes mid-flight, only to reappear with a dead body onboard, the intrigue begins. The investigation reveals a tangled web of deceit, sabotage, and hidden agendas among the passengers and crew. As the truth unfolds, secrets are exposed, and the stakes rise higher than ever. Can the investigators uncover the sinister plot behind the corpse in the sky, or will the truth remain buried among the clouds? Prepare for a thrilling ride that will keep you guessing until the final twist.

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Corpse in the Sky

Doc. Turner Series

By: Arthur Leo Zagat

Edited by: Rafat Allam

Copyright © 2024 by Al-Mashreq Bookstore

First published in The Spider, April 1937

No part of this publication may be reproduced whole or in part in any form without the prior written permission of the author

Synopsis

Somewhere on the fringe of Morris Street a devil's cauldron, fed by murder, bubbled with the tribute of the terror-stricken poor. Never was there a stranger pair of detectives than Old Doc Turner, defender of the downtrodden, and the smart black parrot on his knee.

The Spider, April 1937, with "Corpse in the Sky"

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DOC Turner stood in the doorway of his ancient drugstore on Morris Street and smiled a bit wanly under the bushy screen of his white mustache. The sun, sifting through the long trestle of the "El" structure, made a barred pattern on the rubbish-strewn cobbles of the slum thoroughfare. Piled oranges were vivid on a pushcart in the unaccustomed brightness. Another cart blazed with the green fire of sprinkled, fresh broccoli, and from still another mounded a scarlet strawberry hillock. Swarthy, alien faces, hatless or shawl-framed, glowed darkly with an olive inner illumination. The hucksters' raucous cries had a singing lilt, and the chaffering of the housewives was good-humored, somehow stripped today of the feverish urgency to pinch a penny here, two cents there, because pennies were so hard to earn and so very precious.

Spring had come to Morris Street. And although the coming of spring meant that summer was not far behind, with its days of gasping, deadly heat and its deadlier nights, yet it also meant that winter—cold, dreary, racking starved bodies with the eternal hack, hack of relentless coughs, stabbing hollow chests with the twisting knives of pneumonia—was gone. For a month or two there would be only poverty to contend with, only death from hunger to stave off by ceaseless toil...

A shadow blotched that barred pattern of shadow on the cobbled gutter, incongruous, grotesque! It swung slowly across the interlaced light and shade—and suddenly the jabber of Morris Street was a shrill scream-chorus, the myriad faces of Morris Street were masks of pallid horror, the countless fingers of Morris Street were pointing, grimy and gnarled and quivering like a forest of aspen leaves in the shimmering sunlight, at the appalling Thing that hung from the sprawling long structure of the "El. "