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Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Epilogue
Acknowledgment
Also By
Praise 01
Praise 02
Praise 03
Excerpt 1
Excerpt 2
Excerpt 3
Copyright

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Cover Page
Title Page
Dedication
Contents
Front Matter
4:38 P.M. KORK
4:57 P.M. MUNCHEL
5:32 P.M. JACK
6:12 P.M. JACK
6:21 P.M. MARY
6:42 P.M. JACK
6:46 P.M. MUNCHEL
6:49 P.M. JACK
6:53 P.M. MUNCHEL
6:54 P.M. KORK
6:56 P.M. JACK
8:02 P.M. KORK
8:15 P.M. JACK
8:18 P.M. SWANSON
8:22 P.M. JACK
8:30 P.M. JACK
8:38 P.M. KORK
9:03 P.M. SWANSON
9:07 P.M. JACK
9:08 P.M. HERB
9:09 P.M. MUNCHEL
9:10 P.M. JACK
9:21 P.M. PESSOLANO
9:22 P.M. JACK
9:28 P.M. JACK
9:31 P.M. PESSOLANO
9:34 P.M. MARY
9:56 P.M. SWANSON
10:00 P.M. HERB
10:06 P.M. PESSOLANO
10:11 P.M. JACK
10:13 P.M. KORK
10:15 P.M. JACK
10:22 P.M. MUNCHEL
10:25 P.M. JACK
10:31 P.M. PESSOLANO
10:33 P.M. HERB
10:43 P.M. JACK
10:42 P.M. KORK
10:46 P.M. SWANSON
10:49 P.M. JACK
10:52 P.M. PESSOLANO
10:54 P.M. JACK
11:00 P.M. PHIN
11:03 P.M. KORK
11:07 P.M. JACK
11:09 P.M. MARY
11:11 P.M. MUNCHEL
11:18 P.M. PHIN
11:31 P.M. KORK
11:36 P.M. JACK
11:44 P.M. PHIN
11:46 P.M. KORK
11:46 P.M. PESSOLANO
11:47 P.M. MARY
11:49 P.M. PHIN
11:49 P.M. JACK
11:49 P.M. MUNCHEL
11:53 P.M. JACK
11:53 P.M. KORK
11:53 P.M. MARY
11:55 P.M. MUNCHEL
MIDNIGHT JACK
12:07 A.M. PHIN
12:08 A.M. MUNCHEL
12:09 A.M. JACK
12:11 A.M. KORK
12:15 A.M. JACK
12:17 A.M. KORK
12:23 A.M. JACK
1:24 A.M. KORK
1:38 A.M. JACK
4:57 P.M. JACK
Acknowledgments
About the Author
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Cover Page
Title Page
Dedication
Contents
Front Matter
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 13
CHAPTER 14
CHAPTER 15
CHAPTER 16
CHAPTER 17
CHAPTER 18
CHAPTER 19
CHAPTER 20
CHAPTER 21
CHAPTER 22
CHAPTER 23
CHAPTER 24
CHAPTER 25
CHAPTER 26
CHAPTER 27
CHAPTER 28
CHAPTER 29
CHAPTER 30
CHAPTER 31
CHAPTER 32
CHAPTER 33
CHAPTER 34
CHAPTER 35
CHAPTER 36
CHAPTER 37
CHAPTER 38
CHAPTER 39
CHAPTER 40
CHAPTER 41
CHAPTER 42
CHAPTER 43
CHAPTER 44
CHAPTER 45
CHAPTER 46
CHAPTER 47
CHAPTER 48
CHAPTER 49
CHAPTER 50
CHAPTER 51
CHAPTER 52
CHAPTER 53
CHAPTER 54
CHAPTER 55
CHAPTER 56
CHAPTER 57
CHAPTER 58
CHAPTER 59
CHAPTER 60
Acknowledgments
Also by
Copyright

Copyright

Whiskey Sour

A Jacqueline “Jack” Daniels Mystery

WHISKEY SOUR

J.A. KONRATH

Table of Contents

Cover Page

Title Page

Contents

Dedication

Epigraph

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

Chapter 41

Chapter 42

Chapter 43

Chapter 44

Chapter 45

Chapter 46

Excerpt 1

Excerpt 2

Excerpt 3

Praise 1

Praise 2

Acknowledgments

Also By

Copyright

This book is for M.
I love you today, and everyday.

WHISKEY SOUR
1½ oz. whiskey
1½ oz. sour mix

 

Shake well with ice and pour into an old-fashioned glass.

 

Garnish with cherry and orange slice.

Chapter 1

T
HERE WERE FOUR BLACK AND WHITES
already at the 7-Eleven when I arrived. Several people had gathered in the parking lot behind the yellow police tape, huddling close for protection against the freezing Chicago rain.

They weren’t there for Slurpees.

I parked my 1986 Nova on the street and hung my star around my neck on a cord. The radio was full of chatter about “the lasagna on Monroe and Dearborn,” so I knew this was going to be an ugly one. I got out of the car.

It was cold, too cold for October. I wore a three-quarter-length London Fog trench coat over my blue Armani blazer and a gray skirt. The coat was the only one I had that fit over the blazer’s oversized shoulders, which left my legs exposed to the elements.

Freezing was the curse of the fashion savvy.

Detective First Class Herb Benedict hunched over a plastic tarpaulin, lifting up the side against the wind. His coat was unbuttoned, and his expansive stomach poured over the sides of his belt as he bent down. Herb’s hound dog jowls were pink with cold rain, and he scratched at his salt-and-pepper mustache as I approached.

“Kind of cold for a jacket like that, Jack.”

“But don’t I look good?”

“Sure. Shivering suits you.”

I walked to his side and squatted, peering down at the form under the tarp.

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