“She kept on looking at me, and I knew that I didn’t imagine any of it. What she had proposed was real. The crime would happen, and if I crossed the street, I would be part of it. Maybe the good part at the end—the marriage part. But for sure, the bad part—the murder part. Why is it that the bad part of life is the only sure thing? –From 'Locked Room Mystery', Dark Thoughts & Other Stories” MysteryNoirDepression Era Book:Dark Thoughts & Other Stories Source: Dark Thoughts & Other Stories