It Wasn't The Bullet (1)
It Wasn’t The Bullet By Iain Young A film Noir in words This work is dedicated to: My Mother, who always said I should write a book - maybe not this one, though. My beautiful wife Debbie, who always supports whatever I do, and appears with a beer when I most want it and least expect it. Any similarity between persons alive or dead is purely coincidental. This is a work of fiction and if you think you’re in this novel…get over yourself, you’re not that interesting. This work is the sole property of Iain Young © Snorsh Ink 2010 iainy1@gmail.com
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