The Reaper Came ------ A Michael Davis PI Story

The house stood all by itself on the end of the street. Many large trees stood in the darkness of the yard. A black-garbed figure crept closer to the porch. Something was in his hand. I watched from my heap carefully hidden. This was getting interesting. It seemed someone was about to die. It wouldn't be me. Not tonight. Maybe tomorrow. I slipped out of my car yelled at the goon raised my gun. Light went on in the house. He glanced at me. Ran. Seconds later he screamed. I looked down into the hole he fell into. He must have broke his neck. That and he fell on his knife. Trying to kill his mother-in-law had gotten him killed.