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Guy Belleranti

by Guy Belleranti


Sally Peale flattened herself in the back corner of Maureen Mitchell’s bedroom closet, hiding behind the longest evening gown.
“This makes no sense, Sally,” Maureen’s nephew, Brian, shouted from somewhere near at hand. “I know you’re upstairs. You can’t escape.”

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by Guy Belleranti


Detective Macy paced beside my aunt’s bedside. “Did you see your assailant? His face…Anything?”
“No.” Aunt Grace shakily wiped several tears from her pale wrinkled cheeks. “I was asleep. It wasn’t until I felt my pillow being pressed over my face that I knew someone else was in the room.”

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by Guy Belleranti


Griffin lifted the huge knocker on the door of the House of Screams and let it drop with a resounding boom. Seconds later a little window in the door slid open, and a horribly scarred face with dead eyes stared out. “Not open ’til eight tonight,” it said.

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by Guy Belleranti


A chilly breeze blew through the open window, but Martha McGuire didn’t move an inch. Slumped over her laptop, she had written her last mystery novel.

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by Guy Belleranti


Detective Abby Adams studied beautiful Gina Grove. Was she acting or telling the truth?
“Tom Harrison’s review in last evening’s paper rips you pretty badly,” Abby said.

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by Guy Belleranti


Roy heard his wife even before she burst into his writing room. Though Elaine padded about either in slippers or barefoot, the floorboards still creaked whenever she ascended the stairs of the old house. Noises…always shattering his concentration.

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by Guy Belleranti


Sheriff Estelle Moon finished her inspection of Laura Taylor’s bedroom window. “No sign of forced entry. You sure it was locked?”
“I thought so,” the attractive sixtyish woman said. “But it was wide open when I returned home, and my jewelry was gone. So was my lovely music box.” She wiped away a tear.

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by Guy Belleranti


The writer’s dinner was in full swing when I leaned close to Chelsea Yates and told her I felt ill and had to leave.
“Oh, Amanda, must you?” Chelsea’s hazel eyes fastened on me, disappointment clouding her face.
Afraid so, Ms. Perfect Mystery Writer, I wanted to say, but didn’t. I had something better planned for her, something that would put a little crimp in her pocketbook, and a bulge in mine.

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by Guy Belleranti




Janice Dillon flinched as Tony Rosaro charged past her and out the door of Kim Brennan’s half of the duplex.
“Help…murder!” Janice cried, running into the yard.
Tony swung a wild glance back in her direction, then jerked open the door of his red sports car and piled inside. Once…twice the engine sputtered. Then it died.

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by Guy Belleranti



“Was that wise, Mary?” asked the statuesque, gray-haired woman sitting beside her.
Mary Callison widened her blue eyes. “Was what wise?”
“Bringing that cash box out here and opening it in front of the grocery delivery man like that,” Hazel Finch said.

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by Guy Belleranti



I brought the big car to a screeching stop in front of the small, neatly landscaped house. My partner, Detective Danny Dayton, was standing under a streetlight with a uniformed cop.

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Bad Timing: Mystery Short Story

IN THE February 13 ISSUE

FROM THE 2016 Articles,
andMysteryrat's Maze,
andTerrific Tales
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by Guy Belleranti



The spacious living room had upscale furnishings, but the homicide crew hovering around Sam Kissler’s dead body ruined the effect.
“Looks like that fireplace poker was the weapon, Connie,” said my partner, Detective Danny Dayton. “And that might have held the motive.” He pointed at an antique glass-door bookcase. Its door lock had been forced open, the glass shattered and two of the four shelves were empty.

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by Guy Belleranti



Frank Lacey slowed his pace as he turned the corner of the rundown neighborhood. There, just ahead, was a likely target. A short man, closing the trunk of his car, moving around to the driver’s side door.

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by Guy Belleranti



Sally Pierson gave the dead man on her bedroom floor one final glance and then hurried to the front door to let in the police.
“I was in bed, almost asleep, when I heard a noise at the window,” she told the two plain-clothes officers as she led them down the hall. “He cut the screen and came over the sill toward me. If not for the gun in my nightstand…”

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