Kendall

Kendall could just see the television screen. There was a photograph of Governor Frank Reynolds. Across the bottom of the screen the ticker tape announced in large black letters 'Governor Reynolds Murdered'. The voice over was filling in whatever detail was available. Apparently, his body had been discovered earlier that morning. He had been found lying in his garage. He had been shot twice. One shot to the upper chest, the other hitting his shoulder. 'Police believe that the weapon used was a 9 mm pistol,' the reporter said. Kendall froze. Anthony Shaw had also been killed by a 9 mm bullet. Kendall was not quite, sure of what it all meant. What connection was there between Anthony Shaw, and the State Governor, and the business mogul, Ian Duncan. And, what about Senator Mackenzie? Where did he fit in? And, who or what was Latimer? Only a short while ago Kendall was a small-time private detective, a Private Eye, investigating an insignificant little murder with no clues, no witnesses, and no motive. In fact, no nothing. Now he had so many pieces of a puzzle he didn't know how they fitted together. He didn't even know if they all came from the same puzzle.

"Mr. Kendall, in the past few months there have been a number of doctors who have mysteriously disappeared, or whose deaths were either alleged to be accidents, or were suicides, or they were actually murdered." Kendall made a mental note to find out about these 'other doctors.' "A number of doctors you said. How many are we talking about?" Mrs. Eaton thought for a few moments. "To my knowledge there have been at least eight cases in the past six months. There may be a whole lot more that I know nothing about."