Murder She Wrote: Anthrax Moneybomb
Do you enjoy a good mystery? I was just doing a book signing in a quaint little New England town, and a scraggly old scientist turned up dead! Everyone said it was a suicide, but I began asking around. Let me tell you, for a quaint litte New England town, everyone is acting very suspiciously. Especially that George fellow-- I know he's from Connecticut, but speaks with a fake Texas accent. Forgive me, that was rude, but you have to admit, it's suspicious indeed! I don't trust the detectives here either (they're a little too big for their britches, if you don't mind me saying).
And so, I'm writing to you with my trusty typewriter, because I need your help! There's a nice lawyer from New York who's helping me on this case. (Like all those New York lawyers, he's a bit pricey, but it's the only chance we've got!) I just gave him the last $100 I had in my purse-- can you help me solve this mystery?
And so, I'm writing to you with my trusty typewriter, because I need your help! There's a nice lawyer from New York who's helping me on this case. (Like all those New York lawyers, he's a bit pricey, but it's the only chance we've got!) I just gave him the last $100 I had in my purse-- can you help me solve this mystery?




